'Are you really a vampire?' almost comes out of your mouth, but you stop yourself. That seems a stupid question at this point... you know she is. You know you are too, you can just feel it. But you realize there's another, closely-tied question. "Are you really... her?"\n\nHera plasters a look of confused innocence on her face, though her faintly glowing red eyes are laughing. "'Her'? Whatever do you mean, Gwyn?"\n\nYou frown a little. "You know. ... The witch. ... The bride of Satan."\n\n"It was really more like 'fiancee'," she answers almost immediately, shrugging elaborately before clambering up onto the stone slab with you, leaning back against the opposite wall, her long, bare white legs brushing yours. "But yes, that's me, the one that was buried in that infamous grave. Admittedly I might have gotten a little <i>too</i> mischievous with my magic and caused a few problems... I think they overreacted but in the end, as the lady said, 'It's a fair cop'," she adds with a smaller shrug.\n\n"You were really a witch then. And you really..." You trail off, staring at her.\n\n"Mm-hmmmm." Her lips curl in a wicked grin. "I danced naked in the moonlight in the woods, did the chants and rituals, and there he was, with the head and legs of a goat, the wings of a bat, the very brawny chest of a man..." She slips a dainty foot out and starts running her toes lightly along your limp prick, making you shiver as it slowly stiffens. "And the cock of a donkey. And I got down on all fours and I brayed for him as he rammed that donkey dick into my virgin cunt and pounded me, making me cum over, and over, and over again while I said all the most wicked, profane things I could think of." She moves her delicate toes down to tease your balls gently as you huff softly. "It was quite a lot of fun. Not that you and I wasn't a lot of fun too, I'll remember that one just as long."\n\nYou kind of feel yourself blush again, though the sensation's a little strange. "Ah... nice to hear that I'm up there with the Devil, I guess."\n\n"Well, <i>a</i> devil, anyway, to be honest I have no idea if he's actually the one mentioned in theology or if he just likes the look." Grinning, Hera moves her foot away, leaving you half relieved and half disappointed. "But, after we finished, I had the ability to do magic. Not anything particularly amazing or impressive, mostly just the ability to nudge luck to the good or bad, find this or that weakness, occasionally I intuitively understood secrets. Still enough that I wound up getting myself in trouble and executed."\n\n"I guess they didn't really behead you like they did in the story, though," you note, glancing at her unblemished neck.\n\n"Oh no, they totally did, it was actually a really interesting experience, you should try it sometime." Hera grins wolfishly at your obvious shock, turning to hop back down to the floor and lean a hip on the edge of the slab. "Their mistake was that they buried my head with me. So, a month or so later once it had reattached and I'd finished my transformation, I clawed my way out, laughed myself sick at the statue, covered up the grave so it wasn't too obvious it was empty now, and skedaddled into the woods. Went off and lived in a few other places for about a century before I came back... it is home, after all."\n\n"So, you're the one who keeps the grave dirt tilled? Just to remind people?"\n\n"Nope. Now it's not just a grave, it can be..." She frowns a little, then shrugs again. "A portal. Basically if I ever get tired of 'life' up here, I can come back, open my grave as a portal to Hell, and go join my donkey-dicked pitchfork-wielding fiance in his kingdom."\n\n"Oh. Um... what'll happen then?" you ask, actually feeling a bit worried for her.\n\n"Don't know. Maybe he'll make me his queen. Maybe he'll make me his slave. Or both! Or just torture me forever. Whatever he does, I'm not too worried about it... I'm not even close to getting tired of the mortal world yet!"\n\n<hr>\n[[How long was I out?|GwynVamp1x5a]]\n\n[[Why me?|GwynVamp1x5b]]\n\n[[Why aren't I mad at you?|GwynVamp1x5d]]\n\n[[What are my weaknesses?|GwynVamp1x5e]]\n\n[[What are my powers?|GwynVamp1x5f]]\n\n[[That's all I can think of.|GwynVamp1x6]]

"I... why me?" you ask.\n\n"As in, 'why did I pick you', or 'why would I do this to anyone', or...?" Hera straightens up and gives a shrug. "That's a sort of broad question with a lot of potential meanings."\n\nYou frown a little. "Did you... pick me? Like did you scout me out?"\n\n"Hm, not really? Liam introducing us was the real deal." Hera turns towards the door and paces a few steps in the moonlight, then spins back around to face you. "But I had a lot of fun with you tonight, so I decided that I wanted you to become a vampire like me."\n\n"Just... just like that?"\n\nShe laughs. "Just like that!" She crosses back to the slab she was sitting on and leans back against it, eyes twinkling. "When you become a vampire, it sort of locks you into the state you were at when it happened. You were so... enticing. Unwinding, letting go, having fun, just following the whims of the moment and enjoying being with me, but just enjoying being, too." She pads back over, bare footfalls almost utterly silent on the cold stone floor. "It might not feel like it now, but eventually you'll find your way back there, and get to keep it forever. The heady rush of finding new things to have fun with, the delight of existing in the moment, the search for pleasure and mischief. I saw all those in you and I just couldn't let it die a slow death of mundanity. So it won't." She leans in a bit to boop your nose, grinning. "And neither will you."\n\n... Put like that... it's a little hard to be upset, in the big scheme of things...\n\n<hr>\n[[How long was I out?|GwynVamp1x5a]]\n\n[[Are you really...?|GwynVamp1x5c]]\n\n[[Why aren't I mad at you?|GwynVamp1x5d]]\n\n[[What are my weaknesses?|GwynVamp1x5e]]\n\n[[What are my powers?|GwynVamp1x5f]]\n\n[[That's all I can think of.|GwynVamp1x6]]

You glance at what is now obviously moonlight on the floor. "How long was I...?"\n\n"Unconscious? Sleeping? Dead?" Hera turns to sit on the edge of the slab, the corner of the stone indenting her round, pert ass. "It's a little of all three and not quite any of them. But we started our date on Friday night, we fucked and I turned you at midnight, and it's now about seven forty-five on Sunday." She grins at your slightly bewildered expression. "You start developing an inner sense for time as the years go by."\n\n"Where are my clothes and everything?" you ask, glancing around.\n\n"Tucked into a little alcove on my side, along with my stuff. Didn't see much need to try and dress you, that's always awkward, and why get dressed myself?" She grins and stretches her arms, arching her back to show off her breasts. "Mmmmm, going naked in any weather without any bother is one of the best parts of being a vampire."\n\nIt's the first time she's said it straight-out, and somehow that makes it both more ridiculous and more real, your head spinning a bit until she snaps her fingers in front of your face.\n\n"Hey. Focus. Don't start dissociating again now that you've started to come back."\n\n"R-right. Right, sorry."\n\n"It's fine. You actually took a little longer than some of the other people I've turned, that was usually only about twenty-four hours. You look like it did a better job on you, though," she notes, looking you up and down appreciatively.\n\nYou're not quite sure how to feel about the fact that you apparently make a particularly fetching vampire.\n\n<hr>\n[[Why me?|GwynVamp1x5b]]\n\n[[Are you really...?|GwynVamp1x5c]]\n\n[[Why aren't I mad at you?|GwynVamp1x5d]]\n\n[[What are my weaknesses?|GwynVamp1x5e]]\n\n[[What are my powers?|GwynVamp1x5f]]\n\n[[That's all I can think of.|GwynVamp1x6]]

"So do I have any... powers, or...?" You raise your hands and wiggle your fingers by way of demonstration.\n\nHera snickers. "Yeah, pretty much all vampires have a couple of powers. So far all the ones I've sired have had at least two, hypnotic eyes and at least some ability to shapeshift. So you'll probably have those, but you might... probably will, even... have at least one or two other powers and abilities. Maybe even ones that I don't!"\n\n"Huh." You blink. "What powers do you have?"\n\n"That would be telling, wouldn't it?" She snickers, tapping a fingertip against her lip. "It's more fun to find out as we go along, don't you think?"\n\n"I... guess?"\n\n"Anyway, aside from that, you're pretty much immune to environmental factors... heat, cold, rain, wind, that sort of stuff. You also have almost as complete control over your body as you want." She giggles some as she leans in, running a hand down your belly until her fingers stroke over the front of your hairless crotch, brushing over the root of your shaft. "So you can get hard when you want... or soft when you want, if that's a thing you'd like."\n\n"M-mmf." You shiver a little, cock twitching and rising some. "But... I... I can feel myself reacting to you..."\n\n"That's because you're just letting your body do what it wants." Still smirking, Hera wraps her hand around your shaft and strokes it gently, urging it to full hardness. "If you wanted, you could go soft right now, or completely ignore the feeling of what I'm doing." She flicks her tongue over your ear... then steps back, grinning and licking her fingertips as well. "Things like breathing or blinking too. You don't really have to, but you probably will a lot of the time without thinking. But you can stop if you feel like, it's sort of just like holding your fingers straight or curled, once you do it you don't need to think about it."\n\n"... Hunh." You make the attempt, urging your cock to go soft, and then stopping breathing. Both really are about as easy as she said.\n\n"Add to that the sensory stuff... seeing in pitch black, heat sense, improved senses of smell, hearing, taste. You're stronger, faster... how much varies vampire to vampire, you'll find out as you go. Some get stronger with age, some get weaker, some first one then the other as they go. It's all a little up in the air," she continues, flicking her hands about above her head. "So that's probably the best answer I can give you, 'wait and see'."\n\n<hr>\n[[How long was I out?|GwynVamp1x5a]]\n\n[[Why me?|GwynVamp1x5b]]\n\n[[Are you really...?|GwynVamp1x5c]]\n\n[[Why aren't I mad at you?|GwynVamp1x5d]]\n\n[[What are my weaknesses?|GwynVamp1x5e]]\n\n[[That's all I can think of.|GwynVamp1x6]]

"So, like, what now? Do I have to sleep all day? Will I burst into flame if sunlight or a crucifix touches me?" you ask.\n\n"Ah, right, important rundown, good question." Hera straightens up and starts ticking off on her fingers. "First, sleep. You don't have to sleep ever unless you want to, though if you ever start feeling like you're dissociating again, or like you're having trouble thinking or remembering things, it's good to calm yourself down, relax, and sleep for awhile, usually during the day. You'll usually feel better when you wake up. Sunlight is more like a severe allergy than bursting into flames, too much direct sunlight and you'll break out in a really painful rash that can turn to blisters. If enough surface area of your skin is exposed long enough you can die from it, but it's not quite so dramatic as all that. Think more giant puss-dripping boils than fizzing to ash."\n\nYou make a face at that imagery. "Right, sunlight still bad."\n\n"Wear sunblock, hoodies are your friend year-round since heat won't bother you, and some of those UV-blocking glove-sleeves wouldn't hurt either. Stick to the shade where you can and don't sit in front of sunny windows, and you can still have a normal-ish mortal type life when you want it. Now as for crucifixes and other symbols of faith..." She mms, rolling her eyes and pulling a face as she waggles one hand. "It's complicated."\n\n"Like how complicated?"\n\n"Like I've never really figured it out myself." Hera crosses towards the back of the tomb, prompting you to lean and watch her as she approaches... a stone cross carved into the wall. She pats it with her hand, then walks back over to lean in and show her unblemished palm. "See? Nothing. Nada, zip, zilch, might as well be a sidewalk on a cool autumn day. But one time I came in here and got within five feet of it, and it flashed like a frikkin' strobelight and launched me backwards, I had char all over my exposed skin. Never happened before or since. No idea if someone prayed over it earlier or if it was the time of year or the stars overhead or if I'd recently done something that made God pissy, to this day I have no clue. The rule on holy symbols seems to be 'it hurts if it hurts and it doesn't hurt if it doesn't hurt'."\n\n"Hunh. What about other weaknesses? Like garlic? ... Is that why you didn't want to get pizza?"\n\n"A little?" She shrugs placidly. "Again it's more like an allergy than a weakness. Too much might make you feel uncomfortable for awhile, but you can sleep it off. I'd rather not when I want to concentrate on fun. But to expound on the subject, you can pretty much eat whatever you want, it won't nourish you but it won't make you sick either. You can let yourself get drunk or high but it's mostly psychosomatic, if you get startled or try to focus on something it goes away pretty much instantly. And yes you do have to drink blood, but not a ton, and not enough to kill anyone. Maybe every other night you nom someone and they feel a bit woozy and lethargic for a day or two but they'll be fine."\n\n"Hunh. And silver bullets, stakes through the heart, stuff like that...?"\n\n"Silver bullets... and knives, and swords, and other stuff like that... actually hurts as opposed to most other stuff, but it won't kill you, no. In fact the ways you can actually die are basically limited to longterm direct sun exposure and being completely burned to ash in a fire. Everything else you can recover from."\n\n"Including beheading?" you can't help but ask a little wryly.\n\n"Yup!" she snickers. "That one does take awhile, if no one's good enough to put your head back on your neck for you."\n\n<hr>\n[[How long was I out?|GwynVamp1x5a]]\n\n[[Why me?|GwynVamp1x5b]]\n\n[[Are you really...?|GwynVamp1x5c]]\n\n[[Why aren't I mad at you?|GwynVamp1x5d]]\n\n[[What are my powers?|GwynVamp1x5f]]\n\n[[That's all I can think of.|GwynVamp1x6]]

"I mean... I'm not even sure yet entirely how I feel about this, but it seems weird I haven't even felt a little mad at you," you note, frowning. "You did basically... kill me, and turn me into a vampire, all without asking. Even if I decided I wanted this I should be at least a little pissed at you."\n\n"Instead you love me, huuuuh?" she coos, leaning in and pecking your lips with a bright grin.\n\n"I..." You feel a bit of an odd sensation in your cheeks, like blushing but not, then nod once. "... Yeah."\n\n"It's because you're so new. Brand new vampires feel the bond of their sire pretty intensely, to make it less likely they'll do something stupid like running flailing and naked into a cloudless sunny day. It's supposed to give you a chance to be calm and learn what you can from your sire, I guess, assuming the sire isn't an asshole that ditched you."\n\nYou frown a little. "So you've known vampires that do that?"\n\n"There are other vampires out there, yeah, that got made differently than I did. I've made a few before, as you might have gathered, but only ever people I felt a bond with already and wanted to get to know and have around me. So ditching them would be pretty stupid." She strokes a hand affectionately over your hair. "So yeah, for the first week or so you won't really be able to get mad at me, or defy me, or anything like that. It's not something I do on purpose, it's just built in. After the 'honeymoon' period you'll be free to think of me as you like... I'm hoping you still like me." She smiles more gently, and gives you another peck on the lips. "Or still love me. That'd be nice too."\n\n... Well. You guess you'll see, huh?\n\n<hr>\n[[How long was I out?|GwynVamp1x5a]]\n\n[[Why me?|GwynVamp1x5b]]\n\n[[Are you really...?|GwynVamp1x5c]]\n\n[[What are my weaknesses?|GwynVamp1x5e]]\n\n[[What are my powers?|GwynVamp1x5f]]\n\n[[That's all I can think of.|GwynVamp1x6]]

Snarling angrily, you run to the door, pausing to grab the air pistol you keep hidden to chase off feral animals that get into your yard... it won't do much more than sting anything or anyone it hits, but it looks real enough. Air pistol in hand, you throw open the door and rush out.\n\n"Oh SHIT!" you hear a voice shout, and see a number of forms immediately take off running with the sort of frantic, jumbled-limbs gait of authentic panic. Looks like you definitely gave the vandals a good scare. In fact you see one of them trip over their own feet as they try to rise from where they'd been crouched over a large carton of eggs resting on your lawn and go sprawling on their front.\n\n<hr>\n[[Chase after the fleeing punks.|BuddyPunks]]\n\n[[Grab the straggler.|BuddyPunks1x1]]\n\n[[Make your point and call it a night.|BuddyOct]]

"Hm, alright then." She rubs her chin briefly, then says, "I'd better check to see if there are any more patches you've missed, or if there are any other telling marks on your legs, which is sometimes where these things manifest. If you would, go ahead and take off the rest of your clothes."\n\nYou hesitate only briefly, before shrugging and standing up, undoing your pants. In the back of your mind you wonder why you're not more embarrassed, but oh well, you're not, so. You actually hear Dr. Davis gasp a bit as you slide your pants and underwear down and step out of them, your cock wobbling back and forth with just a hint of hardness seeping into it from the fact that, well, you're showing off your cock to a rather attractive older woman. Still, other than that quiet intake of breath and a faint blush on her cheeks, her expression is all business as she begins touching her fingers over the sides of your thighs and backs of your knees, leaning down a bit to look at your shins.\n\nOf course, your cock doesn't stay mostly soft for long, with her soft fingers rubbing over your legs and her head moving around pretty much right at the level of it, and her leaning forward giving you glimpses down her shirt. You notice that she twitches almost perfectly in time with the visible twitches of your cock as it slowly rises further and further, gradually getting thicker and longer and standing up. You can tell she's doing her best to ignore it, always keeping her eyes directed somewhere else on your legs. But all the same, you notice that her eyes will flick to it every so often, that her blush is growing more prominent, and that she seems to be taking quite a long time and going over the same areas she already has but with longer, firmer strokes of her hands.\n\nSo it's not exactly surprising that not long after your cock's achieved full hardness, she just rests her hands on your thighs and leans her head forward, sliding those pretty, glossy, full lips of hers over your cockhead and starting to bob her head and suckle, moaning softly as if it felt good just to do that. 'Reeeaally not sure what's going on but I'm glad it is,' you think dreamily, resting a hand on her head but otherwise letting her do as she likes. Hazel eyes roll up to look at you through thick lashes and over the rim of her glasses, staying on your face as she gradually takes more and more of you in. It's a much more experienced blowjob than any of the ones Cara gave you the last few days, even if a lot of hers were more eager after the first one. But Dr. Davis clearly knows what she's doing, tongue rolling and sliding over the underside of your pole with confidence, and even though she gags softly, she's able to push you into and down her throat much more smoothly.\n\nSoon she settles into a steady motion, stroking your lower shaft with one hand while bobbing her head over the rest of it, gulping and slurping with a strange but arousing mixture of eager sluttiness and medical professionalism while you moan and shift your shoulders. As your cock twitches and your balls tighten, she pulls back, opening her mouth wide and sticking her tongue out as she shifts to stroking you with both hands. Soon you're spilling a thick load all over her tongue and into her mouth, as well as onto her chin, some of it splattering over the lenses of her glasses and down onto her shirt. She rolls her tongue around before drawing it in and swallowing visibly... and just like that, it's like she snaps back to reality, her face going red and embarrassment stealing over her expression. Still, she tries to look in control as she clears her throat and leans back before rising to her feet, taking her glasses off and reaching for a nearby cloth. "Um... yes, well... everything seems to be... ... everthing seems to be in order down there."\n\nYou try not to snicker and instead get dressed as she cleans herself up as well. Though there are still some damp spots on her shirt by the time the two of you are finished, she once more seems to be completely composed as she finishes up. "Well, I'm not sure what your condition is, but you do seem to be in good health so I'll look into it a bit more. I have your information so I'll get in touch if I find anything, but, ah... if it gets worse or you start feeling ill, please get in contact with me. Here's my card," she says, handing you the small, stiff slip, then hesitating before clearing her throat again and adding, "I... wrote my personal number on the back. So you can get in touch with me at any time. If you need to."\n\nYou're still buzzing as you walk out of the building. Man, you've somehow completely sexually dominated one hot girl, and now the hot campus doctor apparently wants to fuck you too. If it weren't for the weirdness with your skin and teeth, it would all be coming up rainbows for you. Then you give an oof as someone suddenly moves in front of you, stopping you with a hand on your chest. You blink at recognizing just who. "Ah, Liam, hi."\n\nHe doesn't immediately answer, instead just staring at you intently for a few moments, then glancing up at one of the windows of the building you just came from. Then he gives a soft huff and nods. "Okay, made it in time. C'mon, you, let's go have a talk in my room."\n\nUh-oh. You wonder if you're finally going to be called out for stealing the pendant. And it turns out... kind of? But definitely not in the way you expected. "I'm turning into a <i>what</i>?!"\n\n"'Dragon' is not that hard of a word, Gwyn, I shouldn't have to repeat it," Liam says from where he's sitting on the bed, leaned back on his hands. He glances you up and down again. "A Black Harem Lord dragon, to be specific, a dragon that collects both wealth and servants." He pauses, then raises a hand and wobbles it. "You're still just a bit in flux though, not quite nailed down, you could still wind up going another way maybe. Scarlet Seducer or Crimson Charismatic maybe."\n\n"This is-" Before you can say 'crazy', you watch as pink scales spread across the line of Liam's jaw and down the sides of his neck, opalescent horns sprout from his forehead, and his raised hand is sheathed in scales with mother-of-pearl claws. "... a lot to take in." You switch to.\n\n"I mostly let you take the pendant on a whim, just to see what would happen, but also because sometimes it's good to inject a bit of new blood into the dragon lines. Still, if you're ever to have any proper standing once you've finished changing, you'll need to pay me back for the pendant... beginning your dragon hoard with treasure stolen from another dragon's hoard is a big no-no. Since I'm feeling relieved that I didn't wind up getting to you too late out of my own not paying attention, we'll call it something small... just what you won gambling the other night." He smirks at your frown. "The money, not Cara. You can keep what you originally brought to stake yourself and the rest in your accounts, and you'll be pretty well on the way to having a hoard of your own. I'll teach you how to hide your dragon-ness already, so you won't be all... splotchy... while you're changing. Then you can go on, do your own thing, heck, add the doctor to your hoard if you want, that'd solidify you as a Black Harem Lord pretty well."\n\n"... Let's say, just for the sake of argument, I wanted to do that," you say slowly. "How would I?"\n\n"Dominate her, obviously. Pretty much like you did Cara. Assert you own her while giving her a good hard fucking and you'll establish dominance... a dragon, even a partially formed dragon, is much stronger spiritually than a human, it doesn't take a lot to overpower them like that when they're receptive. Especially since you've already worked on a path of collecting money and power... humans are, in general, pretty drawn to both of those things, and some humans more than others. They can basically sense it on you. Or, you could just pleasure her without dominating her, revel in how much she wants you, how she'd do anything for you, that'd push you towards Seducer... urge her on and bend her to your will without out-and-out dominating her, you'd probably become a Charismatic."\n\nYou frown a little, still turning it all over in your head. "And if I don't want to be a dragon at all?"\n\n"Well I don't know why you'd want that, but I guess if that's what you really want. I'll take back the pendant and turn you into a human... you'd keep the money and maybe even your fresh aptitude for making more that way. I guess if you want a simpler, less outstanding life, go for that, it's your choice," he adds with a shrug.\n\n<hr>\n[[Pay him for the pendant.|GwynLiam]]\n\n[[Give the pendant back.|GwynLiam]]

It might chap your ass, but you'll just have to put up with a bit of a chapped ass. After all, he said the other guys were more of Jerome's people. Jerome has a lot of contacts, not just errand boys like you. Some of them are reasonable, sensible dudes just pulling a day's dishonest work, and others are... really serious about what they do. And you don't want to wind up on the bad side of guys like that. (You're kind of aiming to maybe become a guy like that someday after all.)\n\nIt does take you a little while to find the place, anyway, since you obey the rule not to use GPS... kind of sensible when you think about it, your cheapass phone is not made by one of those companies that's made a big deal of standing up to the popo about making the lock screen uncrackable. (Maybe when you get your first payday from this job that should be one of the first things you fix.) You're not exactly surprised that the address is in the bad part of town either, so some extra time is spent finding a relatively safe spot to park your car... it's not an in-demand model for anything at all, but no reason to tempt anyone with an easy target. You walk over to the boarded-up shopfront on a street mostly full of them and go around to the back to use the fire exit, which has been wedged just slightly open. Inside it's dirty, dingy, dim, and there's a collection of discarded furniture and a few bare mattresses. Fairly standard flophouse, not exactly an unfamiliar sight, especially if you're planning on slinging some junk.\n\nSpeaking of which. You find a table with a mostly clear top and a camp lantern on it, turning on the light and opening the laptop case. The color of the stuff in the syringes is sort of pinkish, and almost seems to be bubbling a little bit just sitting there. Weird stuff. ... Still, Mr. Black talked about it like it could make even a hardened junkie who'd become inured to the really hard stuff take flight and sing. You're no junkie yourself, but... well, talking about that kind of high, it would be tempting to almost anyone, right? At least that's what you're thinking as you eye the rows, chewing your lower lip a bit. Hell, there's one of the syringes that's practically just resting on the foam padding instead of properly sunk in like the other ones, if you took that one, probably no one would even notice. And he said that the guys probably wouldn't even get here until the afternoon, it's still decently early in the morning, surely it wouldn't keep you completely out of it for half a day, you'd be at the very least functional by the time they showed up, surely!\n\n<hr>\n[[Try an injection.|YPBB]]\n\n[[Resist the urge.|YPBB]]

It's December, and December means Christmas! Your family isn't really big on Christmas gatherings for, well, reasons you won't go into right now. It's more one of those 'Sends a package and a card and maybe make a phone call if you feel up to it' sort of things, some families are different y'know?\n\nWhich means you need to decide what to actually do for Christmas this year. The three main things you've done in years past are either to spend it with friends who are similarly not hooking up with family, take a trip, or just spend it quietly at home, probably with a nice dinner and a few classic Christmas movies (and some classic Christmas libations). \n\n<hr>\n[[See friends.|BuddyDec]]\n\n[[Go on a trip.|BuddyDec]]\n\n[[Stay home.|BuddyDec1x1]]

"Mmm, I wanna suck and get fucked by sooooo many cocks," you moan, ducking your head down and nuzzling at his balls, before delivering a few sucking kisses around the base of his pole. "That's what I wanna do allll day is get pounded by big fat cocks!"\n\n"Well, if that's what you really want," Shirou says, sliding his fingers into your thick blonde hair, and with his other hand reaching inside his jacket. He produces a folded set of papers and a pen, and sets them on the couch beside his thigh. "If you'll just sign these papers giving me full managerial control over all of your assets, and complete power of attorney over you, I'll make sure you're provided with all the cocks you can handle."\n\nYou moan eagerly in anticipation, letting the pressure of his hand guide you forward to slide your mouth over his prick, bobbing your head to gulp more and more of him down even as you reach out with one hand to start signing the papers as he directs you, looking up at his face the entire time you're busy turning your fortune, the Hitasuneko, and effectively your soul to him in return for his promise of delivering dick. About the time you're scrawling the date on the last of the papers, his cock shudders and floods your mouth with his load, even as he pushes you down and grinds your face lightly into his crotch, smearing your pretty lip gloss around the base of his pole.\n\n"There we go." Once you've finished swallowing and slurping at him, Austin pulls your head up and then stands, tucking the papers away before tucking his cock away as well. "Alright then, give me a few moments, and I'll show you I intend to make good on my promises." With that he walks out, leaving you to flop onto your back on the couch, slipping your panties down and stroking your own slender prick a bit with your fake-nailed hand, hauling your skirt up with one hand to make sure you don't get any pre on it.\n\nSure enough, Austin soon returns with a homely-looking, shabbily-dressed young man his own age, whose eyes widen at the sight of a tanned gyaru with sleek purple panties pulled down to show off a pale little cock. You immediately smile and stand up, sauntering over to meet him and sinking to your knees, shamelessly undoing his pants while he stares in shock. You give a soft moan of happiness as you find that despite his otherwise completely bland appearance, he's got a nice big dick, and you begin stroking the half-hard thickness and flicking your tongue over the tip until it's throbbing and trembling in your hands. You roll your eyes up to his homely face as you slide your glossy lips over his cockhead, stroking the rest of his length with one hand while fondling his balls with the other, your nails just barely brushing along his taint as you do. You don't hesitate to slide him into your throat, even as you watch him draw a thick fold of money out of his pocket with one hand and pass it to Shirou.\n\nSoon though he has you bent over the couch, panting and huffing like an animal as he pounds into your ass, his face flushed and hair damp with sweat. You squeal and yowl shamelessly like a cat in heat, thrusting your pert butt back towards him and shaking your hips like the gyaru slut you are, crying out in shock and delight as he grabs a fistful of your thick bottle blonde hair and yanks back on your head. As he finally thrusts deep in and spills into you, you let your eyes roll, your body shuddering and your cock twitching as you spurt long ropes of your own cum forward against the front of the couch, some of it dribbling down to soak into your panties.\n\nAlas~. Oh well, you're sure Daddy Shirou will give you an allowance so you can get them cleaned.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|Austin4xEnd]]

"I... dunno, something about that just doesn't feel right," you finally say, shaking your head. "I think I'll pass. Uh, thanks, Shirou."\n\n"Well, I understand. Still, there's no reason to stay down over it. Ah!" He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a square box. "I bought these on a whim, they're a local snack, 'Happy-Go-Lucky Girl Chomp Crunch'. Strawberry cookie outside, chocolate filling." He proffers the box, then grins again at your dubious expression. "Yes, I admit it is a snack intended for young girls, but they are indeed filled with real chocolate, which is a mild stimulant and proven to generate positive brain chemistry. It should be just the thing to give you a mild pick-me-up and get you looking on the bright side."\n\n"Thanks," you agree, taking them mostly to be polite, glancing at the box that shows a picture of the product, vaguely shaped like uniformed schoolgirls, with printed art on the cookies themselves to help with the image. \n\n"Well, I have a lab to get to, so I'll see you later, Austin," he says, patting you on the shoulder as he stands and walks off. "Don't worry, I'm sure things will start looking up soon!"\n\nYou look after him, then at the box, eyeing it all over. It's sealed, so that seems safe enough. It really is possibly the girliest snack you've ever seen, the sort of thing that makes your social conditioning want to hold it out at full arm length and with two fingers so no one thinks it's actually yours. But eh... at the end of the day it's really just flavoring and chocolate, right? Maybe Shirou's right and a little snack would perk you up...\n\n<hr>\n[[Eat them.|Austin4x4]]\n\n[[Save them.|Austin]]

"I guess I've got a few things on my mind," you admit with a sigh.\n\n"Well, come over and tell me all about it, then," Shirou offers, gesturing to a set of benches nearby.\n\n"So you were hoping to revitalize and reopen the hot springs as an actual resort, since it's not exactly a cheap to keep up property or one that comes along every day, but the tenants you're supposed to take care of are very resistant to the idea," Shirou muses aloud a bit later, one leg folded over the other and an arm leaned against the back of the bench.\n\nYou nod, privately wondering why he felt the need to summarize everything you just told him. "Nanako was already hostile, but the other two kind of seemed to get a bit cold or... I dunno, distant... once I told them that I wanted to open Hitasuneko again. It's sort of like being back in the dorm with a bunch of people who don't really like you but most of them are too polite to come out and say it. I don't imagine that it's going to get a lot better if I actually move ahead with things. My great-uncle really wanted me to make sure they could stay living there, but what can I do if they try to sink my efforts or just make my life miserable?"\n\n"A conundrum indeed," Shirou agrees with a solemn nod. "Suffice to say I have a great deal of respect for the late Archibald, so obviously I'd like to help any way that I can. There is one way I know of, as well, that could help I think."\n\n"Huh? Really?"\n\n"Yes. You see, as part of my therapy experiments, I've been doing tests with deep-state hypnosis. Instead of just light and sound, I use a bit of chemical assistance as well. All perfectly safe, but in theory it could put someone in a very 'programmable' state." At your startled look, he holds up a hand. "Now, I'm not suggesting anything drastic, certainly. But if it was successful, you could change the girls' attitude as you liked. Simply make them more open and receptive to the idea, or more friendly towards you so that they'd see your good intentions. A sort of short-cut, as it were, since I'm sure that you'd be able to convince them of such things yourself eventually." He rests his hand back atop his other, grinning again. "Of course, whatever commands you ultimately gave them would be your own discretion. I'm merely offering to help you out... and gather a bit more data for my studies, of course."\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree.|Austin6x1]]\n\n[[Refuse.|Austin4x3]]

"Well, at some point I want to reopen the hotel," you announce. "Maybe not immediately, but this place is way too big and has way too much potential to be used as a dorm for just a couple of people."\n\n"WHAT?!" Nanako shrieks in apparent outrage.\n\n"Oh dear," Shizue murmurs, putting her fingers to her mouth. "Does that mean we have to leave...?"\n\n"No, my great-uncle said that you should be allowed to stay on if I can manage it... but if I reopened this place and it became profitable, that would definitely be one way to manage it. After all, even if it's not being run as a hotel, keeping up a place like this takes a lot of money, and my great-uncle only left me so much. So, it'd still be helpful if you guys could, y'know, help out when the time comes."\n\n"Pfwaaah, well, I'm already slacking off on my coursework, slacking off on a job wouldn't be too much more strain," Motoko announces cheerfully as she stands and presses her hands against her lower back, briefly jutting her breasts up in the air. You almost immediately get a pencil beaned off your head, and glower at the glaring Nanako as Motoko makes her way upstairs. "Well, lemme know when you've got a plan, then, whatever!" she adds, flicking a hand.\n\n"Oh dear, I'd really enjoyed how quiet and peaceful it was, I suppose all that will be gone if this place becomes a real hotel," Shizue says with a sigh, briefly closing her eyes and laying a hand on her cheek, before heading back upstairs.\n\n"Hmph! Don't think I'll just let you have your way, weirdo foreigner!" Nanako announces, pointing dramatically at you before storming off as well. \n\nYou let out a sigh as you find yourself alone in the lobby. Well, that didn't go so great.\n\nAfter some wandering around you find your things delivered in a room on the third floor. Shortly after, Motoko turns up, still seeming cheerful enough as she informs you of a few necessities such as schedules for using the hot springs... though she does throw in a jab about 'at least until they're taken away from us'. You get the sense that even though she doesn't really intend to give you a hard time about it, she's not exactly thrilled about the concept of turning the place back into a 'proper' hotel either.\n\nThe next day you get up good and early, deciding to leave the place and head to university before anyone else is likely to be up. You pick up your schedule at the office, noting that the first thing on it is a meeting with a 'student representative'. Huh. Still, seems a good idea to show up at the appropriate time and place, and so you do, waiting at a set of benches until you're appraoched by a slender, good-looking guy in a stylish white suit, his hair black and short and a pair of glasses perched on his nose.\n\n"Oh! You must be Austin-kun!" he says in a delighted tone, offering a hand.\n\n"Right. You're the... student representative?" you ask, shaking his hand.\n\n"That I am! Well, in this case at least," he replies with a confident smile. "My name is Shirou, and I'm a senior here. As it so happens, your great-uncle Archibald was the one who granted me a scholarship to attend this fine school."\n\n"Oh?" You blink, then smile. "Hey, that's great, I didn't know he gave out scholarships."\n\n"Only to particularly promising students, if I can say that without sounding like I'm bragging too much," Shirou answers with another grin. "I'm a bit of a jack-of-all-trades, but I'm also simultaneously pursuing degrees in psychology and chemistry. In any event, please feel free to call me just 'Shirou' if you like, but if you prefer, either 'senpai' or, considering the debt I owe your family, 'niisan' would also be alright."\n\nYou can't help but snicker a little. "Let's start with Shirou, then."\n\n"Excellent! Come, come, I'll give you a tour of the campus and show you where your classes will be. They don't start properly until next week, right now it's just a bunch of orientation and events."\n\nShirou does indeed give you a tour of the campus, a fairly entertaining one filled with wry comments and bits of gossip. Still he's pretty good about showing you around, and by the end of it you doubt you'll get lost. Still, as the two of you arrive back at the entrance, he puts a hand on your shoulder. "Pardon me for saying so, Austin, but I couldn't help but notice that something seems to have you a bit down. As if you're distracted or thinking of something else. Is something besides school on your mind?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Tell him your problems.|Austin4x2]]\n\n[[Shrug it off.|AusJP2x1]]

"I'll have the lemon-glazed chocolate sundae, that sounds interesting," you decide, handing the menu back to the waitress.\n\n"Ooo, our chef is very proud of that one, I'll go put the order in right away!"\n\nFairly quickly, the order comes out, a long dish with three scoops of pale brown ice cream covered with yellow sauce and sprinkled with a bit of blue powdered sugar on top. You tuck in and find that it really is a fascinating flavor profile... sweet and tart together, with a hint of something else in there too, something undefinable but attractive that seems like it could become addictive. Well, you're kind of already addicted to sweets, you think with a smirk as you finish off your desert and give a quick dab at your face. You notice that the waitress is giving you a somewhat odd look as she comes back to give you your check, but you brush it off and pay, then hop up and head outside.\n\nYou pause in front of a highly-polished window, considering your reflection. Hm... were you always short like this? And your shoulders really are kind of gentle and sloping. You put a hand on your hip and jut it out... those look nice though! ♥ You definitely want to show them off a bit more. Hm, but first a haircut! ... Actually, maybe something else too. You lean in and eye your reflection... you're a bit pale, aren't you? You really could do with some color, you decide, turning and flouncing towards a tanning salon you spot nearby. \n\nWhen you emerge, your skin is a rich, all-over brown, though the season will mean anyone that looks at you will definitely know that you've been in a tanning bed. Oh well! Giggling a bit to yourself, and covering your mouth with your fingertips when you do, you head over to a nearby beauty salon that looks like its the sort of place you're looking for... after all, all the girls in there have nice fake tans too, as well as such pretty makeup and nails! In fact, after a glance at the price list, you decide to go all out... dye job, hair styling, and nails. You luxuriate in the chair as more than one of the beauticians fuss over you, apparently delighted to help a 'first timer' out. One of them presses fake nails to your fingertips and then paints them in alternating blues and greens that aren't too far off in shade, while another works on bleaching your hair and then dying it a rich but obviously fake blonde color, another working on your toenails and dainty feet to make sure they're as cute as possible, painting your toenails to match your new fingernails. Once your hair is done being turned blonde, the beautician fluffs it up, giving it a nice thick body, leaving some of it spilling down your back while doing up part of it into two braids that hang over the front of your shoulders, braiding in beautiful little dangling blue and purple strings of beads and charms. \n\nPaying and waving goodbye to your new beautician friends, you make your way over to a nearby store, one that seems to handle both regular fashion and school uniforms. Your eyes light up at the sight of the girls' uniforms... Japanese school uniforms are sooooo cute, aren't they? You just can't resist, and quickly snag a pleated blue skirt, white button-up blouse, and a pale yellow cardigan. You briefly consider the white cotton panties nearby, but instead grab a pair of white thigh-highs before heading for the proper lingerie section. You eagerly pick out a hot purple satin thong with a little bit of lace embroidery at the top of the crotch, then head into one of the dressing rooms. You can't stand being in these dreary clothes one more minute! You quickly strip down and snip the tags off the new stuff, first stepping into the panties and hauling them up. Your soft, smooth, and tan little cock and balls make a nice, obvious bulge in the front of the pretty purple panties, which you think is pret-ty cute! You sit down and pull on the thigh-highs as well, appreciating the feminine curvature they give your lean, coltish legs, then pull on the blouse and button it up, leaving just the top few undone. The skirt follows, and then the cardigan, only doing up one button of it... the sleeves come down a bit past your wrists, but that's a pretty cute look too, you decide. Taking the tags and your old clothes, you pause to throw the bundled cloth in the trash, only pausing to extract your wallet (hm, also not cute, needs an upgrade) before heading to the shoe section.\n\nPresenting the tags for your clothes and your new saddleshoes to the clerk, you chirp, "I'm gonna do some more shopping, but I've just gotta have these right now!" Your own cute voice makes you giggle, putting your perfectly-painted nails to your lips. Hm, those need some color too, you decide, and once the clerk finishes ringing you up, you make a beeline for the makeup section. By the time you leave, with most of the rest of your purchases to be delivered to the Hitasuneko (Nanako better not try on any of your new stuff!), your lips are glossed a rich pink, and your eyelids have been painted a brilliant aquamarine color, your lashes thick and long and slightly sparkly. You trot down the street, tucking your new neon pink wallet into your cardigan pocket, then pausing as you pass one store, backing up to eye the list of services. Smirking at a thought, you pull out your cellphone with its new sparkly bright pink case and collection of dangly charms and send out a text. 'Hey, Shirou! Meet up with me this afternoon in front of the school!'\n\nSeveral hours later you skip through the light crowds of people, the late afternoon sun glinting off of the multiple studs and caps piercing your ears. You grin broadly and pick up the pace as you spot Shirou, standing there looking around curiously, his face showing surprise as you slip up and wrap your arms around one of his, smirking up at him. "Hey there~, Shirou-nii-cha~n," you chirp, winking an eye to show off your new brilliant purple contacts.\n\n"Austin?" His shock fades into amusement at the sight of you. "Well well, you've made quite the change, haven't you?"\n\n"Heheh~, check it ou~t," you reply, first grinning wolfishly to show off the new dental implants that give you a cute set of fangs... then opening your mouth and rolling your tongue down your chin in a rather blatantly lewd fashion to show off your new tongue stud. \n\n"A change indeed. Mmf," Shirou grunts softly as you pull your tongue in... and brazenly fondle his cock through his pants, your nails trailing gently over the white fabric.\n\n"The guy who did it said that it would feel amaaaazing when I gave blowjobs," you coo up at him. "I considered giving him one to try it out, but I decided I'd rather suck you first."\n\n"Well then. Let's not delay," he murmurs, turning and leading the way towards one of the school buildings. He leads you to a room that looks like some sort of clubroom, with several tables and a couch. Locking the door, he settles down on the couch and leans back, allowing you to clamber up onto your knees beside him and lean down to unzip his pants and fish out his prick. You coo in delight at the sight of his mostly stiff cock, wrapping your hand around it and giving it a few strokes to get it fully hard. Still grinning wickedly, you duck down and snake your tongue out again, dragging it up his pole, feeling a lewd rush of excitement run through you at the faint hiss amidst his moan at the feel of the relatively cool metal ball surrounded by the wet heat of your tongue.\n\n"Mmmm, I wanna suck your cock so ba~d, Shirou-niicha~n," you coo, looking up at him with your lusty purple eyes before swirling your tongue around his cockhead.\n\n"Ah... and what else do you want, out of curiosity?" he asks, stroking your thick bottle-blonde hair.\n\n<hr>\n[[To be his lewd little trap slut.|Austin]]\n\n[[To help him become rich and powerful.|Austin]]\n\n[[To be a complete bitch for hot hard pricks.|Austin4x8]]

You're sure Shirou only has your best interests in mind. You download the song and then set it up play on repeat on your phone, tucking the earbuds into your ears and settling down on your futon. The music is low and slow and pulsing... it is sort of relaxing, and yet at the same time it reminds you of something sensual and sexy. It's sort of like... it reminds you of every bit of porn background music you've ever heard, and at the same time none of them. You gradually drift off to sleep with that low, sensuous throb in your ears, your dreams filled with vague, hard-to-remember imagery of pornographic scenes you've seen over the years, except the men all seem to have Shirou's face and the women all seem to have yours.\n\nYou awake with no real memory of those dreams, but definitely feeling refreshed and energetic. You spring to your feet and bounce up and down on the balls of them a few times, making a few excited gestures of your arms. "Yosh! Ready to start the day!" you chirp, trotting over to the chest of drawers and hauling it open. Immediately you pout at the sight of all the boxers. Your underwear is so boring! You feel the same way when you open the drawer with your shirts and realize you have nothing but t-shirts and formal shirts, and that your array of lower wear is pretty much just slacks and jeans. This... will not do! You need some better clothes! Some more exciting clothes! Some... prettier clothes! Yes! You're going to take the day off from classes and go shopping, it is absolutely imperative! Picking out a pair of shorts and a faded red t-shirt, you decide to ignore underwear for the moment and just buy some much cuter ones and wear them out of the store. \n\nAs you take the train to the shopping district, you bounce a bit on your seat in excitement. You can't ever remember being this elated about buying new clothing before, but isn't that fun in itself? You blink as some of your hair falls in your face from your bouncing. Hm... maybe a haircut while you're out? Oooo! Yes! Yes, that's it! And didn't you hear that there's a great dessert cafe in the shopping district? That's just the thing! Since you're skipping classes for a day out, may as well make it a really full day out! You'll get something delicious at the cafe, get a nice new haircut, and buy yourself a new wardrobe! That will be sooooo fun!\n\nYou draw a few glances as you practically skip into the cafe and settle down at one of the tables, humming happily as you wait. It looks like this might not necessarily be a proper "meido cafe", but the waitresses are wearing maid uniforms all the same. One of them walks up to you, and actually looks a little flushed, her cheeks pink. "Oh you're so cu-... I mean, hello! Welcome to Dessert Divinity! Don't worry, we don't persecute against your kind in here," she adds in a whisper.\n\nYou blink at that, then give a relieved sigh. Oh good, they don't mind serving foreigners! \n\n"Here you go, our menu for today!" she chirps as she hands you a simple fold-open menu about the size of a typical restaurant's wine list. "Though we do have our everyday selection on the left, I highly recommend one of the specials on the right, our chef puts lots of extra care and effort into those!"\n\n"Oooo, alright!" you chirp, looking at the specials. Let's seeee...\n\n<hr>\n[[Elegance Parfait.|AusJP1x1]]\n\n[[Lemon-Glazed Chocolate Sundae.|Austin4x7]]\n\n[[Pretty Pretty Princess Pink Pony Parfait.|Austin]]\n\n[[Meido Milkshake.|Austin]]

"I'm sure it's not anything like that," you decide, grinning confidently at Motoko. "I just bought some new shoes the other day, is all. They probably have thinner soles or something." Actually, you had to buy new shoes because the old ones got way too loose, but you're pretty sure that's just because you've, like, got a lower-sodium diet since your move. \n\n"I guess that could be it." Motoko considers for a moment, then grins and shrugs. "Well, whatever it is, I'm glad that I've gotten to know you. It actually kinda feels like I have two little sis-... er, I mean, two little siblings now. ... Later!" she chirps, hurrying upstairs.\n\nYou blink, looking after her for a moment, before giving an 'eh' and grabbing your bag to head upstairs and finish your homework. Once you've done that and studied for a little longer, you head down to take your allotted time in the bath. You pause when undressing, poking at your hip a little. Is your skin a bit softer than it was before? It seems like your body hair has gotten way finer too... oh well, it's probably the hot springs, that's supposed to be really good for your skin, right? Any extra softeness or loss of definition is probably just 'cause your skin has less bad pores and a healthier glow, and stuff! Having reassured yourself, you trot out to the spring and sink up to your chin in it, giving a happy "Fwaaaah!" while resting a towel against your front. No need to worry when there's a hot bath to soak in!\n\nOnce you head back upstairs, you begin changing into your pajamas, noting that they've gotten loose too. Pouting a bit, you cinch the waistband of your pajama pants tighter, then flop down on your futon. You jump a little as there's a sudden buzz from your cellphone. At this time of night?! You snag it, seeing the notification for a message from Shirou on the lock screen. Unlocking it, you navigate to the message.\n\n'Austin, I've been trying out this song lately to help with my studying. It's been scientifically calculated to have a pleasing beat to sleep to that helps you wake refreshed and have a mind receptive to retaining knowledge. Give it a try, I think you'll be pleased with the results.'\n\nAfter that is a link to a download site. Oh, is this more of Shirou's experimenting? Wait, didn't he say he could do some pretty wild stuff with that back when you explained your problems? Ah... but he said he'd been trying it out lately, doesn't that mean he listens to it himself? It can't be that dangerous then, right? Plus Shirou's been so helpful and nice since you got here! He even has snacks for you on days where you forgot to buy some before getting to school!\n\n<hr>\n[[Listen to the song.|Austin4x6]]\n\n[[Don't listen to it.|Austin]]

Eh, what the hell. You rip open the top of the box and shake a few of the cookies out into your palm. Of course they don't look quite as crisp and perfect as the ones in the picture, but that's pretty much only to be expected. You toss a few in your mouth and chew... well, they certainly are crunchy! They do taste a fair bit like a chocolate-covered strawberry, albeit with that slight not-quite-a-taste that artificially flavored stuff tends to have. \n\nYou have to admit, by the time you've finished the box, you're feeling a bit more energetic and cheerful. This stuff must have quite a bit of sugar in it! Still, it's hard to deny the affect it's had on your mood, and as you grab your bag and head back to the train, you have to fight the urge to skip a little bit. You even sort of want to giggle at how much of a change to your mood there's been, those snacks really hit the spot!\n\nOf course, the situation hasn't changed much at home, so there's that to deal with, and you find yourself getting even sadder than before after an evening of feeling snubbed by the girls. A sugar crash, you tell yourself, resisting the urge to run right out and buy another box of sweets. Still, the next day you can't quite help but treat yourself to a chocolate bar, and you find your mood buoying up more... not quite to the same extent as yesterday, but enough to have you smiling and feeling more outgoing.\n\nOver the next few weeks as you begin attending classes, you notice that the girls really do seem to be thawing out towards you... Shizue's still quiet, but she seems considerably less shy about being around you, even occasionally dropping by your room to ask you how your classes are going. Motoko seems to be genuinely glad to see you most days when you get home, patting you on the back or calling greetings. You're actually the most surprised by the gradual change in Nanako... it takes about two weeks, but she stops being overtly hostile to you. After that it's a still gradual but much more steady rise in her attitude, to where she stops calling you 'weirdo foreigner boy', and it gradually evolves into 'Austin', and then even 'Austin-san'.\n\nOne evening you're sitting in the lobby to do your homework, Motoko sprawled on the couch nearby reading a manga, when Nanako comes trotting down the stairs carrying a notebook. "Ne ne, Austin-san, I tried to take good notes today but I think I missed something, I don't get how you do this one problem, could you help...?"\n\n"Yeah, sure!" You grin brightly, beckoning her over excitedly, then looking over the math problem she seems to be in the middle of. "Ohhhh, yeah, here's the problem, you just made a small mistake on the first step, that's why it just kept going further wrong."\n\n"Hshaaaah, what a goof," Nanako groans, facepalming.\n\nYou giggle a little, giving her a thumbs-up. "Don't worry, can happen to anyone! Ganbatte, Nanako-chan!"\n\nNanako smiles brightly, snagging her notebook and running off again. Motoko lowers her manga to rest on her chest. "Huh. I have... never seen her act like that around a guy."\n\n"What, never?" you ask, glancing over.\n\n"No, she's pretty hostile to guys by default. Even with ones she knows well and likes the best she usually gets is 'grumpy', it's pretty surprising she's gotten to like you so well. It's almost like..." She trails off, then shrugs. "Probably just that you can help her with her homework better than Shizue or I can."\n\nYou give a soft, thoughtful 'mmmm', but mostly dismiss it. You're just glad everyone seems to not hate you now. Deciding to finish your homework in your room, you pack everything into your bag, then stand up, then 'eep' a little as you feel the waistband of your jeans slide down a little on one hip. "My clothes have been fitting so badly lately," you complain with a bit of a pout, tugging your pants up on that side.\n\n"You do seem like you've lost weight," Motoko admits, making you blink. "Are you eating okay? You're not skipping meals or anything, are you?"\n\nYou blush some. Actually, you've developed something of a sugar habit lately, and at this point have sampled pretty much every sweet snack at the railway station at least once. You clear your throat, not feeling like admitting that, instead saying, "Maybe it's just that I've been eating healthier meals since I got to Japan. Plus I do a lot more walking... from here to the station, from the station to the university, and around to all my classes. Stuff was a lot closer together back in America."\n\n"Hmmmm." Motoko looks you up and down. "That miiight be it." She closes her manga and sets it aside, standing up and then resting a hand atop your head. "I don't know though, it seems like you've gotten a little shorter too."\n\n"Eh?" You blink, shocked. "Shorter?!"\n\n"Maybe it's just my imagination, but it seems like it. Maybe you should go to a doctor or something, Austin, to make sure you haven't picked up some local bug that has some kinda wasting effect on foreigners."\n\n<hr>\n[[Maybe she's right.|Austin]]\n\n[[Eh, it's nothing.|Austin4x5]]

"Thanks, Mabel. I appreciate it. I..." You trail off, unable to put the complex weave of feelings of knowing she didn't intend to attack you and that she could have just left you there and being grateful she didn't into words.\n\nThe wolfish woman just smiles and gives you a nod though. It's kind of remarkable... you wouldn't call her precisely 'pretty', sort of okay-looking or even handsome maybe, but her smile is really pretty. "I'll do my best. Finished with that? You might wanna take a short shower then, and I'll do a quick change of the sheets while you do."\n\n"Thanks." You scoot to the side of the bed... then pause and look over at her.\n\nMabel stares at you curiously for a few seconds, then blinks. "Oh, oh right. The... yeah. Sorry." She scoots around to face away, resting her hands on her knees.\n\nWell, good enough, really. Besides, when you think about it, and you do a few times as you shower, she clearly saw you naked since she was clearly the one who undressed you, if she's not embarrassed why are you? It's just a... wait, that's another thing to think about. So as you emerge wearing a towel, you clear your throat. "So, uh, wait... was that <i>really</i> you last night?"\n\n"Hm?" Mabel looks up from bouncing a pillow into its case. "Yeah, why?"\n\n"Um, because I was thinking about it a little, and the wolf that attacked me was... well, male. Like, really male. ... Unmissably male."\n\n"Oh, right. Well, when you start to change, there's sort of this point where you can 'nudge' yourself towards male or female if you want. Not sure why, other than that I guess your body's such a jumble and reassembling itself anyway that you can do that kinda thing." She shrugs as she drops the pillow back into place, then gestures for you to lay back down. "It works going either way too. Sometimes I go one way or the other just because that's what I feel like at the time, I guess."\n\n"Oh. That's..." You don't want to say 'weird' since it seems insulting, and instead just slide back under the sheets. Then you blink as she hands you another mug. "More?"\n\n"You won't actually change for awhile, but your body's getting you ready to anyway. It always helps to have a ton of stored-up calories. I'm not sure where they're stored though, really," she adds with a curious expression, frowning and poking at her extremely firm stomach.\n\nYou... have two potential suspects, but maybe that doesn't really count. Instead you sip at the broth, then at her advice lay down to sleep. When you awake, it seems to be late afternoon, and Mabel is messing with some tarps from your garage. "Hey, what's up?"\n\n"I was going to suggest going down to the basement, but decided you needed the sleep, so instead I'm gonna black out these windows," she answers, finishing with a nail at the corner of the tarp.\n\n"What? Why? Wasn't the full moon last night?" you ask, starting to get a little anxious. Actually, your heart's really starting to race anyway, far out of line with the concern you're feeling.\n\n"The complete full moon's when you pretty much have to change, but the urge is really strong for a few nights on either side of it, and for you the difference isn't much. I've been told it's actually better for new werewolves to not change for the first time right after they get bitten, so, no moonlight," she says as she finishes nailing up another tarp and checking that it's firm against the wall all the way around.\n\n"I... I'm feeling really... weird," you admit, starting to shake a little, your heart hammering in your chest and your fists clenching in the sheets as if desperate for a grip on the world.\n\n"You're feeling the moon come up for the first time. Take it easy, it's alright," she adds in a soothing tone. You barely notice as she crosses to the bed and pulls off the borrowed clothes, until her naked body is pressing up against your side. Her hand strokes over your hair as she makes a few soothing noises low in your throat. "I'm gonna keep your wolf calm with mine. It'll feel like your bones wanna jump out of your skin but you'll be okay. Ssshhh."\n\nIt's an odd phrase, but as minutes tick into an hour, you can't say it's inaccurate. Your whole body is shaking, muscles twitching, adrenaline so strong in your blood that you can almost taste it on your tongue. Every part of you wants so strongly to be out, doing something, anything, a hundred things, and yet just as strongly all of you wants to climb into a hole and curl up forever. And all through it Mabel continues to hold on to you gently, quietly offering reassurances.\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to calm down.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[Cling to her.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[Kiss her.|BuddyOct]]

Heh, dark and scary woods at midnight on Halloween. As you walk along the road and then turn off into the woods proper, you calm any worries you might have by assuring yourself that there's little chance of you wandering far enough away from civilization to lose cellphone signal, and thus you can always find your way back with GPS. You're not exactly in the middle of nowhere, after all, these are just some woods in the suburbs. Admittedly, they're old growth woods, and in the current light the trees look very black and gnarled with bare, clawlike branches... ... but you're fine! You're about a ten minute walk from home after all! And it being a little... just a little... scary is part of the point. You start thinking about how to tell the story of your midnight exploration to your friends. Maybe just for kicks you could throw in some vague indication of a cryptid sighting, like bigfoot, or Mothman, or a w-\n\nA long, eerie howl carries through the trees, unclear as to its distance but obviously not terribly far from you considering how clear it was. A shudder runs up your spine and hits you right in the prey animal brain... okay, it's time to go home, enough Halloween outing. You look around and realize that in your brief moment of fright, you're now not entirely sure of where you came from. Whipping out your cellphone, you bring up the GPS map and try to coax a result out of it.\n\nThe sound of heavy breathing makes you slowly raise your head. Looming between two trees nearby is a huge, shaggy black form, though some lighter streaks in its fur are visible as it steps out of the shadows and into the moonlight. It's bipedal... mostly, though its arms are long, with massive hands tipped by wicked claws. Its canine nature is blaringly obvious by the shape of its head, saliva-dripping black lips pulled back from glistening fangs, its eyes blazing yellow. Somewhere amidst your shock and fear you note that it's also completely naked, and that jutting from above heavy, furry balls is a truly immense red canine cock, pointed-tipped and bulge-based.\n\n<hr>\n[[Fight!|BuddyOct18x2]]\n\n[[Flight!|BuddyOct]]

Maybe your brain's just not quite ready to deal with the fact that the woman sitting on your bed is a werewolf, or the implication that you are now too, because the next words out of your mouth are, "You're... kind of really super naked."\n\n"... Yeah?" She stares at you, as if not sure what your point is, before she blinks and glances down at herself. "Oh. <i>Oh</i>. Right. Yeah, I... yeah, I don't have any clothes, so... I'll borrow some of yours, then?" she concludes, glancing at you as she stands.\n\n"Yeah. Uh, feel free," you add, gesturing towards a laundry basket full of clean but not yet put away clothing.\n\n"Thanks. Oh, here, drink this," she adds, picking up the mug and leaning so far over towards you that you could lift a hand two inches and be cupping one of those breasts. Swallowing, you focus on sliding your hand to the side before lifting it and taking the mug, trying not to follow her too closely with your eyes as you try a sip.\n\nMaking a face at the particularly strong chicken broth, you nevertheless take a larger gulp before saying, "You, uh, you certainly aren't much for body shame, I guess?" \n\n"No, it's probably one of the first casualties of the whole 'werewolf' thing," she answers. Naturally when she speaks you glance over, then wind up unable to help staring for just a few heartbeats at the sight of her bent over and rummaging in the laundry basket, her firm round ass up in the air and her bare pussy framed by her strong thighs. You jerk your head away as she straightens up holding one of your t-shirts and starts pulling it on. "Every time you change, you take a little bit of human into the wolf, and every time you change back, a little of the wolf comes too. Your body gets stronger, stops being bothered by cold so much, that touch of animal makes you start to forget why clothes were such a big deal in the first place," she continues as she steps into a pair of sweatpants and hauls them up, then pads back over to the bed to sit down again. "Give it a couple of years, you'll probably turn into a nudist too," she says a little wryly.\n\n"Years... so there's no cure?" you murmur as you sip more of the broth.\n\n"None I've ever heard of. I mean, I guess maybe I just haven't been looking in the right places, but there's only so many times you can be laughed at by fortune tellers and supposed shamans before you give up," Mabel grumbles in reply. "It's been a long time since I bothered to look."\n\n"A long time... how long? How long have you been a, uh... werewolf?"\n\n"A long time," she replies simply, shrugging again. Her breasts still wobble just a little... your t-shirt is kind of tight on her, considering, but it's not exactly built with support and stability in mind. "That's another thing you lose over time... schedules and dates stop being important, so you stop keeping track of them. You learn to know when the moon's phases are changing by keeping watch and a sort of 'feel' you have inside, but how many days, or months it is... you don't really care. You get up when you're awake, you eat when you're hungry, you sleep when you're tired, you work on food and shelter when you're not doing any of those."\n\n"So you... you live in the woods, or?"\n\n"Kind of, or on the outskirts of town. Abandoned buildings, empty cabins, sometimes yeah just the woods itself, depending where I am. I do odd jobs to keep myself fed, or just change and go hunting wildlife, depending where I am and how I'm feeling. I know it sounds pretty rough, but it's a natural sort of life for an animal, so when enough of the wolf's in you, it feels right. Really..." She hesitates a little, then rubs the back of her neck. "Really the hardest thing to deal with is the loneliness."\n\n"... Loneliness...?"\n\n"Both humans and wolves are social creatures after all," she says, smiling a little wanly. "But I haven't had much luck on that front, so I've spent most of my time all these years alone. But hey, even if I'm not great at people, I'm gonna be here for you, okay?" She leans over and rests her hand over one of yours. "As long as you need me. I'm not gonna leave you to go through this by yourself."\n\nYou look back at her for just a second, feeling torn. On the one hand, hearing that you don't have to go through what seems to be a scary and life-changing thing by yourself, but can instead have a mentor... maybe even a friend... to help you through it is immensely comforting. On the other... well, you're only in this situation because she attacked you, and while she just said she didn't mean to, there's still the fact that she did. Plus she just admitted to being incredibly lonely... what if she <i>did</i> attack you on purpose, to give herself a new werewolf friend?\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept her help.|BuddyOct18x4]]\n\n[[Decline.|BuddyOct]]

-Update 1-\n* <b>Main</b>: Celeste can now sign up for the [[Special Service Program|CelPizza1x1]] with Fully Automatic Food.\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can [[go home|RunFF10x3]] for the fall break from magic school.\n* Bumped Layla's age up a year, to better fit with her being an already established High School In Crowd Girl and her general manner. This is currently in effect on her starting page, will change any other references as I find them.\n* <b>Main</b>: Layla can find her power threatened by a [[new girl|MeanGirlStart]].

Oh wow! These three went all-out! They have the long white wigs with puppy ears attached, the red contacts, the classy red shirts with black vests and slacks, the little demon tails! They look soooooo good that you pop out in front of them almost before you know it and burst into applause, all three girls jumping pretty well in-sync (as appropriate you suppose).\n\n"Wonderful costumes! Wonderful, simply wonderful!" you crow, continuing to applaud.\n\n"Oh! Uh, thanks!" the one on the left says, smiling.\n\n"Wow, yours is kind of amazing too," the one in the middle picks up.\n\n"How do you make your head look like it's floating?" the one on the right asks, her brow furrowing. "Is your real head in your chest or something?"\n\n"Nevermind tha~t," you giggle, your facelights flickering through colors and your voices echoing, the trio starting to look a little nervous at the display. "But such good costumes, you must have worked so hard! But... hm..." You tilt your pumpkin up and down, back and forth, raising your hand to cup it below your carved mouth. "You're not <i>exactly</i> matching, are you?" you say in a slightly disappointed tone, taking in the different shapes of their faces, slightly different skin tones, and variation in height. (Also one of them's a bit too big in the chest for Cerberus, and the other two are variations on a bit too small.)\n\nAll three of them look a bit put-out at that (with different expressions of annoyance too, tsk). "Well it's not like we're really triplets," one of them says.\n\n"Yeah, we're just good friends," the second adds.\n\n"We still worked really hard!" the third protests.\n\n"Oh of course you did, sweethearts, of course you did," you coo, clasping your hands, entirely sincere. "But there's only so much you can do! But with a little Halloween magic, we can bridge the gap!" you add, snapping your fingers.\n\n"Wha-?" all three of them say, just almost in sync, before they all squeal and fling their hands to their heads in shock.\n\n"I... I can hear everything you're thinking!" one of them blurts, eyes open wide in shock.\n\n"M-me too! Your thoughts are totally in my head!"\n\n"I-I can't even tell which are mine and which are you two's!"\n\n"Well of course, that's how it should be! I went ahead and linked your souls, so now they're merging, as is proper of the infamous and adorable Triple Demon!" you crow, stepping forward and rubbing the middle one on the head between her ears, which immediately come to life and give a twitch.\n\n"B-but we'll lose ourselves!" all three of them call a second or two apart, using the same words even if they're out of sync with each other.\n\n"That's the idea," you coo, reaching down to unbutton your chosen doggo's slacks and unzip them, sliding your hand inside and stroking your fingers along her slit.\n\n"AH!" all three of them cry out, the other two's hips jerking towards invisible fingers just the way the one you're petting jerks towards yours. "W-what?!"\n\n"Well of course you'd feel everything the others feel! You're the Triple Demon, after all!" you tease gleefully, giggling again as you haul the cute pupper's pants down and off, leaving her bare below her sharp shirt and vest. You turn her and haul her up into a full nelson, using one of your tails to pull down the front of your bikini bottoms and free your cock, the glowing green tip swaying in the night. "Now, let's help that merging along, shall we?"\n\n"Uwaaaaaaaah!" all three of them cry, red eyes rolling as you lower the one you've got hold of on your cock, the other two pressing their thighs together and shooting their gloved hands towards their crotches, obviously feeling it every bit as much as the other does as your fat prick spreads her pussy open and slides inside. Both of them buck and twist their hips, their cries gradually starting to become even more syncronized and matching in register and tremor to the one you're actually fucking. Similarly all three of them's features begin to change just the tiniest bit with every stroke of your cock into the one of them's pussy, starting to average out, unique features melting into a perfect blending of all three of them, skin tones and heights getting closer bit by bit as the experience of sharing pleasure between all three of them overwhelms their minds and breaks down the barriers between them, the one on the right's breasts shrinking slightly and the one on the left's breasts expanding similar to the one bouncing on your cock, becoming an accurate handful like the character's, the one in your hold jiggling more and more by the moment.\n\nYou thrust up firmly into your snagged doggo, giving a scintillating, cackling giggle as you pump cum into her, her now naturally red eyes rolling and her demon tail wagging rapidly as she also cums, the other two matching their squeals to hers and soaking through the crotches of their stylish slacks with the same squirting she's doing all over your shaft and balls. You immediately lift her off and set her down on the ground, and just as quickly snag one of the others while she's still standing there trembling, no doubt trying both to fight through the pleasure to clear her head and figure out which thoughts in that head are hers. But it wouldn't do to give her that time~, would i~t? Instead you strip off her pants too, and lift her up, this time face-to-face, feeling her tits press against yours as you grip her ass and lower her onto your still hard cock. All three of them squeal near-identically, feeling both the fresh pleasure of a cock spreading a pussy for the first time that night, and the overwhelmed sensation of a still thoroughly-fucked and sensitive pussy being filled again.\n\n"I-it's too much," the two who aren't currently being (physically) fucked moan in sync. "We're gonna lose our minds! We're gonna turn stupid from all three of us cumming together!" they plead, even as the one still standing gives an individual cry at the already-fucked one sliding fingers into her cum-smeared pussy and starting to finger-fuck herself, actively making it 'worse'.\n\n"That's fine sweetheart," you coo, squeezing the doggo you're currently fucking's butt and bouncing her even harder on your cock, making her cry out loudest but all three of them cry out the same. You giggle at watching the third stripping out of her slacks and starting to frantically frig her clit, the one you're fucking's pussy going even crazier all over your cock at the added stimulation. "They're not the most clever little puppies anyway, getting fucked a bit stupid will make you all the more accurate!"\n\nThis time all three of them cry out almost perfectly in sync and matched as you thrust up and cum into the pretty pupper's pussy, filling her up just like you filled her other self, all three of them's eyes rolling and faces making juuuuust almost the same expression of orgasmic pleasure. Clearly just a little more is needed to get them perfectly and completely blended... but that should be obvious!\n\nYou set the second pupper down, and let out a giggle at seeing the third has given in to the obvious and gotten down on all fours, panting and shaking her bare ass at you, dripping, plumped-up pussy offered eagerly and her demon tail lifted high. You settle into place beside her, then give a loud whistle, swinging your floating head back and forth as you call "Here girls!"\n\nClearly largely on instinct, the other two come scrambling over, settling into position on either side of their sister, asses similarly lifted and much messier pussies presented. You grin, swinging your tails around, and push one into those cum-smeared, slightly gaped cunts even as you push into the center one's so-far-untouched pussy, all three of them squealing loudly and happily at the different and yet matching overlaid sensations.\n\nTheir noises get more synced and more identical-sounding much faster now, every single thrust having them moving more perfectly alike, until their hips are thrusting back and shaking in perfect unison, the motion identical whether it's the one in the middle fucking herself on your cock or the other two fucking themselves on your tails. Even their own tails are all moving in perfect sync, every curl and flick perfectly identical now, showing to just what extent the three former individuals have been blended into one. You give both of the slutty puppers on the sides a good smack on the ass, and the one on your cock squeals and bucks just the same as they do, the other two no doubt similarly feeling it as her pussy squeezes and flutters around you. And this time when you thrust in and start filling her, all three throw back their heads and give a single perfect wolf howl of release from three throats, all of their pussies gushing identically whether it's around your cock or your tails.\n\nYou pull out of them and step back, your carved grin widening as you watch your work. Still perfectly in sync, all three of them get to their feet and turn towards you. Then, with the same shameless smirk, they all put their fists on their bare hips and start bopping them back and forth, the motions slinging your cum out of their pussies and spattering it against their bare thighs and the ground, despite the still immaculate look and fit of their sharp shirts, vests, and ties. \n\n"Well, Cerb, what's on the agenda now?" you ask.\n\n"This Triple Demon's in heat!" Cerberus says with all three of her mouths, grinning wider as she continues bopping all three sets of hips. "Time to get to a party and put these doggy pussies to work!"\n\n"Good good!" you chirp, clapping a bit. "And hey, take these!" you add, producing three stacks of neckties identical to theirs and passing one to each body. "In case you decide to become the Quad Demon! Or the Sextuple Demon! Or the Centum Demon for that matter," you add with a cackle-giggle.\n\n"Oooooo," Cerberus coos from all three mouths, all six eyes glittering in delight at the thought of all the mischief they could get into if she had a hundred bodies. Immediately all three bodies turn and go scampering into the night, shamelessly dog-running despite their bare lower halves. Aw, such cute doggos~!\n\n<hr>\n[[Next person to treat!|BuddyQOH7xRepeat]]

Oho, an interesting pair... a stereotypical nerd girl and an equally stereotypical hot girl! The one slender and highly modestly-dressed, with plain brown hair in a ponytail and spectacles and a notable lack of makeup, pale with spending all her time indoors wearing a blue cardigan over a plain white button-up blouse, and a long gray skirt coming to at least the middle of her shins, as well as plain brown saddle shoes. She's even got a hefty book tucked under one arm for good measure. Her companion, meanwhile, is blonde, browned, and bouncy in more ways than one. Her hair is done up in a ponytail too, but high up with a neon pink scrunchy, thick and wavy and bouncing almost as much as her ample chest as she practically skips along. Her full lips are painted bright pink and her eyes shaded almost glowing blue, her tan perfect and clearly full-body, considering how much of it she's showing off with the particularly skimpy Deviville High cheerleader outfit, long curvy legs sheathed in white stockings and bright pastel-colored sneakers on her feet.\n\n"Well isn't that an interesting pair of... costumes," you declare as you pop out in front of them, both jerking to a halt in surprise, though the nerd girl looks considerably more wary and dubious, while the blonde tilts her head a bit like a curious dog. "And what are you supposed to be, hmmmm?"\n\n"I'm a librarian," the bespectacled girl sniffs, hugging the book to her modest chest.\n\n"I seeeee. And what is it you do for a living?" you ask.\n\n"... I'm a librarian," she mutters, ducking her head as if in admission of minor defeat.\n\n"Uh-huh. And lemme guess, you were actually a cheerleader?" you ask, swiveling your head to look at the other, the librarian looking a little startled at the motion.\n\nBut the blonde just lets out a cheerful giggle and swings her blue and gold pom-poms around. "Heck yeah! We went national my senior year, yanno?! I even still fit into my old uniform! Well, like, yanno, kinda," she adds with another guileless giggle and a shake of her shoulders, her tits just almost falling out of the top that's clearly become too small for her. "The guys went crazy for it and got crazy hard about it back in the day, and even more now, yanno?!" she adds in delight, her friend making a bit of a distasteful face at the whole subject.\n\n"Not very good costumes, girls, not very Halloween-y at all," you bemoan, the librarian scowling at you and the cheerleader pouting at this pronouncement. "You've obviously been in these ruts for a long long time! I think it's time you got out of them! So I'm gonna give you a treat, and show you how the other half lives!"\n\n"What?" they both say almost in unison, before similarly both giving a loud gasp.\n\nThe librarian drops her book and hugs her stomach, moaning loudly at feeling the changes start to ripple through her body. Her skin begins steadily darkening to a rich, beach-produced tan even as her hair lightens, turning thicker, stretching her prim little hairband further and further by the moment. She jerks upright, her expanding breasts giving a hefty bounce that snaps her practically flat bra, her growing boobs pressing further and further out against the blouse. Her skirt begins to get shorter and shorter, sliding up slim little legs that are already thickening, the plain white socks similarly thickening as well and turning into knee-high athletic whites. The buttons of her cardigan disappear and drop away, the garment starting to change and shift, becoming a letterman's jacket.\n\nMeanwile the cheerleader's big blue eyes widen even as they begin darkening to a plain, unassuming brown, her skin doing the opposite and starting to take on a shutin's pallor. Though her clothing doesn't change at all, the body under it does, her huge brown boobs rapidly shrinking even as they go more pale, wide grabbable hips slimming out and legs growing more coltish by the moment. Her hair sags in the scrunchy as it grows thinner and straighter, fading in color and beginning to turn black, her makeup turning much more modestly-colored and inexpertly-applied.\n\nThe librarian gives a little squeak of surprise as her newly thick, long, lustrous blonde hair bursts out of its band and spills down her back full and free, and a much louder one as several of the buttons of her blouse burst, her now huge tits spilling outward still just barely hugged by the cloth. Her eyes fade to a bright, brilliant blue, and then begin to take on a slightly glazed, blank expression, her lips curling up in a breezy, uninhibited smile even as they grow fuller and pinker. "Like, ohmigawd!" she groans eagerly as she gives her hips a little shake, the skirt that's now just barely long enough to cover her pussy bouncing above her round tan ass. "I could soooooo go for some of that cock I've been reading about, yanno?!"\n\nThe cheerleader blushes shyly at that, ducking her slender little shoulders as her chest continues turning practically flat, squirming as she obviously feels embarrassed and overexposed in the uniform despite it now fitting entirely modestly on her slight frame with its slim hips and lithe legs. She gives an almost little whimper before clearly putting her all into a heavily restrained shake of her pom-poms, practically whispering, "Um, g-go, debate team, go!"\n\nThe librarian giggles at that, turning her lust-glittering blue eyes on her friend and stepping up to her. "Honey, I think it's about time you, yanno, debate my pussy with your, like, tongue," she coos, the cheerleader's eyes widening in shock before she's pushed down to her knees.\n\n"B-b-b-b-b-b-but I-!" she stammers in fluent Bottom as the librarian lifts the front of her slutty little skirt to display a pair of bright pink cheetah-print panties, then pulls them aside to reveal both a fat, glistening pussy and a complete lack of tan lines. "But I'm a vir-!" the nerdy cheerleader tries to protest before her friend pushes her head forward and buries her mouth between those plump, tan pussylips, muffling the rest of what she had to say.\n\n"Oh, like, don't worry about that, sweetie," the bimbo librarian giggles, giving her essentially-unrestrained tits a shake. "I know, like, a good three or four or ten frat parties, yanno? It's, like, my Halloween goal for both of us to take at least a hundred dicks'an'stuff, just as sooooon as we finish gettin' each other's pussies warmed up, yanno?"\n\nYou giggle colorfully, before deciding to turn and move on. Much fun as it might be to keep playing with these two, it looks like your work here is done, and they've already discovered a fun way to spend Halloween night now that you've given them both a new perspective!\n\n<hr>\n[[Next person to treat!|BuddyQOH7xRepeat]]

After all, adults with money to spend should have better costumes, inspiring of very good treats! (Or, if they've gone and cheaped out or been lazy, even more deserving of tricks, nyehehehe~!)\n\nYou head off, searching for those who are out-and-about, likely on their way to some party or event or somesuch... where they can, of course, share their treats with everyone else!\n\nSoon you spot-\n\n<hr>\n[[-a nerd and a hot girl!|BudQOH7x2]]\n\n[[-Cerberus! (The triple demon!)|BudQOH7x3]]\n\n[[-Tifa and Cloud!|BudQOH7x4]]

You are a female between the ages of eighteen and twenty-nine. You've probably either just struck out on your own (to some extent) or you're just starting to get the ball rolling on the rest of your life. You may be living an utterly average, mundane life, or some encounter with the strange and unusual may have set you on a different course (or it could always be just ahead, though it's starting to get less likely at this age). You balance the openness and eagerness of a teenager with some of the responsibilities and tendency to be set in your ways as adults.\n\n<b>[[Callista|CallistaStart]]</b>: A twenty-three-year-old mixed martial arts competitor, you go by "Kali" in the ring. Attractive, tough, and skilled, you have a lot of opportunities ahead of you, and diverse offers from some very interesting people.\n\n[[Britney|BritStart]]: A twenty-five-year-old rich girl. You've mostly been living off of your trust fund, but now your older sister wants you to go on an archaeological dig with her.\n\n[[Wilma|WilmaStart]]: A twenty-two-year-old science nerd. You're interested in the supernatural, eager to see if it really exists or if it's just hokum you can debunk. You travel around with your friends to various places, investigating mysteries.\n\n[[Holly|HollyStart]]: A twenty-seven-year-old journalist, you work from home most of the time, maintaining your blog and trying to please both your editor and readers. Of course, it does leave you with a lot of time to indulge your personal passions... decorating for and celebrating holidays!

You make a bit of a name at even having to say it, but in a rather sulky mutter you supply, "Fairy."\n\n"The psychedelic," Mr. Black says agreeably, nodding.\n\nYou nod in return. Worst. Street name. Ever. 'Fairy dust' is already bad enough, but who decided to just call a drug 'Fairy'? It's probably gotten more dealers and buyers punched out than late payments. "They say that you see fairies and leprechauns and shit on it, besides everything getting sparkly and the colors all bright or saturated or whatever. No bad come-down, no bad itch for more, you just get super relaxed and kinda goofy and everything looks awesome for awhile."\n\n"I've been trying to crack it but it's a little bit elusive," Mr. Black admits with a grumble, then smirks as he holds up a syringe. "But you're going to help with that. This is a good, strong dose of Fairy. You're going to take it, and I'm going to take a few blood samples from you at different times during your little trip. Checking your blood at different points should help me understand how the drug metabolizes and give me the key to unlocking how to make a better, cheaper version."\n\nYou make a face at the realization that you're going to have to play guinea pig, but you guess that there's an upside. Demand has pushed the price for Fairy up, you haven't tried any since shortly after it hit the streets. Sighing, you haul up your sleeve and hold your arm out. At least Mr. Black is a bit gentler with prepping than he is with words, cleaning off your arm and being careful with finding a good spot to inject. At his advice you take slow, deep breaths, then smile and slump back as a sense of peace and ease steals over you. You barely even notice Mr. Black pushing up your other sleeve and prepping you for a blood withdrawal as you're too busy looking around the lab in a new light.\n\nA few minutes later, you start snickering. At Mr. Black's question of what it is, you point up, "There is like this suuuuuuper scowly purple and blue frog sitting up on the shelf, man, he really fucking hates you or something, it's hysterical."\n\nMr. Black quirks his eyebrows, and clearly begins prepping to take another sample. Man, either this stuff's hitting you harder this time or they improved the formula, because you are seeing a ton of stuff. There's the scowly frog, there's all these glowy butterflies made of light, and there's more than a few fairies, and they're super fucking cute, little naked chicks and man some of them have nice boobs. In fact one flies up right in front of her face and wow she's actually <i>talking</i> to you, this is wild!\n\n"Dan! You have to help us!" she squeals in her cute little voice. "Mr. Black is a <i>bad man</i>! If he figures out how the magic liquid works, he could do all sorts of awful things to us! Please, please, help us!"\n\n"Hoooow though?" you ask with a bit of a snicker, still feeling just way too relaxed even as you're pled with by a big-tittied hallucination.\n\n"You have to kill him, Dan," the fairy whispers, leaning in close. "It's the only way! We'll help you if you help us, we promise! Please help!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Hahaha naaaaaah.|YPBB]]\n\n[[Yeah okaaaay.|YPBB]]\n\n[[Man this is wild you gotta check out that fairy pussy.|YPBB]]

Surely a classic costume for couples with any amount of nerdery to them! Although, at a quick glance, to judge from "Tifa" holding her cellphone out at arm's length and paying more attention to mugging for the camera than her boyfriend, and the slightly long-suffering expression on "Cloud's" face, you're guessing that "Tifa's" choice of costumes had more to do with her follower count than pleasing her significant other.\n\nWell let's see if you can do both! But, more importantly, let's see if you can please <i>you</i>!\n\n"Hey there!" you call cheerfully as you pop out in front of them, startling both enough for you to grab the phone before either of them know what's happening. You turn it around, giving only a brief glimpse of yourself, smiling, floating pumpkin head and all, before tapping the button to reverse the camera and aiming it at them. "What've we got here? Oooo, livestreaming, huh? Beaming right to the audience, perfect!"\n\n"Hey!" "Tifa" calls, glaring at you, then shooting a glance at her boyfriend, who does indeed seem to be deciding how aggressive to get with taking it back from you.\n\n"Not bad costumes, not bad, though obviously you're a little lacking in the Titsfa department," you declare since she is relatively modest-chested, both of them flushing angrily now. "But that's fixable!"\n\n"Why you-!" "Tifa" starts, only to gasp loudly and stare down at herself as her breasts start to expand, pressing outward against the black sports bra she's wearing underneath the white top. That certainly seems to have derailed the boyfriend as well, since he's left staring with a slack jaw as her boobs grow larger and rounder, the black spandex stretching, but still doing an admirable job of holding them down and in place, until they've grown into a (restrained) DD, "Tifa" shivering and flushed more from the sensation of having her boobs grow than anger, both of them still shocked into immobility.\n\n"Hmmmm, pretty good, probably new game accurate, certainly," you allow, tapping a fingertip against your carved lower lip, your pumpkin grin growing wider at seeing Chat go superspeed with both demands to know how she's doing this and just general joy that she is. "But Halloween costumes aren't always about accuracy! Sometimes they're about giving the <i>impression</i> of the character! So I thiiiiiink... they need to be <i>way</i> bigger than that!"\n\n"Tifa" cries out this time, the sound definitely both alarmed and pleasured as her tits start growing again, rapidly expanding outward and bulging forward against the sports bra. Her boobs bulge out of the top of it, cleavage pressing together, the bra straining almost audibly before it snaps, spilling her breasts outward against the white top, her stiff nipples pressing visibly against the fabric now and getting larger and more obvious the bigger her boobs get. She presses her thighs together, the spandex safety shorts under her skirt starting to drip further down her thighs as they get soaked.\n\n"Therrrrre," you coo as her boobs finally stop growing once they've pushed the white shirt almost to its limit as well, poking out from the underside of it and each one now obviously bigger than her head. "That's muuuuch more the <i>impression</i> of Tifa! Don't you agree, Chat? ... They love it," you stage whisper to her, and you can see her flush again in a mixture of fury and delight. "But speaking of impressions! Those need to go," you add, pointing at her lower half.\n\n"Wha? H-hey! I can't stop myself!" she blurts, her boyfriend still looking on in confusion, shock, and with a hefty bulge straining the front of his pants as "Tifa" lifts up her skirt and hooks her thumbs into the shorts, peeling them down her hips and legs, revealing the pair of white panties (and their soaked crotch) stuck to the insides of them. She works them off over her boots and tosses them aside before straightening up, starting to open her mouth to no doubt cast aspersions on your character.\n\n"Annnnd Jack-O Pose Challenge!" you call, "Tifa" instantly sliding her feet apart and dropping her upper body forward to rest on her forearms, her bare ass lifted high in the air as the skirt slides down around her waist.\n\nThat seems to be too much for "Cloud", and he finally breaks out of his daze and starts toward you, only to jerk to a halt as you actually turn towards him. "Now for you! Let's make your costume a little more interesting too... chocobo-head!"\n\n"WhaARK!" he blurts, then his eyes widen as he clasps a hand to his throat. His look of panic only grows as his neck starts to lengthen under his hand, growing slowly but steadily longer, his head wobbling about a bit as the carefully-spiked blonde wig turns fluffier and more feathery, and begins spreading down the sides of his head. He reaches out, not seeming quite clear what he means to do, only for his hands to tuck in against his body and for him to begin to flap his arms like someone told to imitate a chicken. \n\n"Wark, wark, wark!" he blurts, flapping his arms as his chest and body and ass all begin to expand, growing rounder and thicker, the obviously expensive and online-ordered outfit stretching gradually until it too bursts at the seams and falls away, revealing a body spotted with a steadily growing and spreading patches of yellow feathers. His cock, jutting hard between his legs, starts to grow and lengthen, turning gradually into a long link shaft, the tip beginning to flatten and flare, even as his balls grow larger and heavier and sprout a thick layer of fluffy yellow down.\n\n"Tifa" stares with a slack jaw at her boyfriend's transformation, despite being unable to move from her position of legs spread wide and ass in the air. "Cloud" continues to wark, the sounds becoming gradually less human the longer his neck gets, his head wobbling around on the long end of it, human face now wreathed in yellow feathers. His hands merge against his body and his arms grow together, turning into proper short, flappable wings as they sprout more and longer feathers. A plume of them almost erupts from above his now broad plane of a backside, his legs becoming covered with scaly skin as his toes stretch out, some merging together, heels lengthening, becoming gripping bird feet. "Cloud" looks down at his wholly chocobofied body for a moment with his still human face, before letting out a long "WARRRRRRRRRK!" as a beak pushes out of said face, the feathers covering over the rest of it, the bright yellow chocobo standing there, plumed and beautiful and with a huge horselike pink dick jutting below it along with hefty downy balls.\n\n"Ooooo, yay!" you chirp, playing the camera over it. "Doesn't his new costume look great, Chat? But say, now that we've got Tifa, and this chocobo, Iiiii'd say it's time to start that golden chocobo breeding program, huh?"\n\n"WHAT?!" Tifa blurts, her eyes widen, and then her head whipping to look over her shoulder as her transformed boyfriend steps up behind her, movements a bit shaky as he resists, but that huge pink cock plapping down to land in the upturned cleft of her ass, rubbing back and forth. "W-wait, no! Baby, don't!"\n\n"Oh he's trying reeeally hard not to hon, promise," you assure her with a scintillating giggle. "But a bird's gotta breed, after all!" you add as the chocobo is forced to draw its big feathery hips back and mash that broad cockhead up against "Tifa's" pussylips.\n\n"GRRRRRRRRRRK!" she cries, teeth clenching and eyes rolling as the chocobo thrusts forward, burying most of that length in her all at once, her stomach bulging obscenely with the outline of it, the shape pressing out and downward. And continuing to punch outward from her as her boyfriend-turned-beast starts pumping, its downy balls swaying forward to thump against her crotch, feathered belly rubbing against her ass as it flaps its wings and blurts out "WARK!" repeatedly.\n\n"I think he's losing it, Chat," you declare solemnly, directing the camera up briefly at the chocobo's face. Indeed, the faint hint of human features left there are showing strain but increasing pleasure as the man-turned-chocobo tries to resist the pleasure of what you started him doing. But the feeling of his girlfriend's now far tighter pussy around his massively expanded prick as he's forced to rape her is clearly starting to feel too good, and the resistance is starting to fade, along with it any hint of human thought, memory, or mind. The steadily more brainless animal opens its beak and lets its own tongue loll out, its mating "WARK!"s growing ever more jubilant and its thrusts more energetic.\n\n"Hnnnnh ahhhhh oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!" "Tifa" yowls, probably breaking character abominably... but eh, who can tell what the sweet, wholesome barmaid might say while she was being rape-bred by a chocobo that used to be her very human boyfriend? All the same her pussy is starting to squirt around the thrusts of that big equine-style shaft, and her own tongue juts out some as her eyes roll again. Then she gives a cry of humiliated but intense orgasm as the beast thrusts into her, braying out its silly call again as it starts pumping a very large load into her, to judge by the way her stomach starts rounding out (and which you move the phone in so that Chat can see properly).\n\nThe chocobo gives a few happy warks as it finishes, stepping back on its big birdy feet as its now slightly softened cock slides out of "Tifa" along with a torrent of cum. You grin and give its balls a fondle, cooing, "Make sure these refill! Gotta put plenty of eggs in her! Oh, speaking of which," you add cheerfully as the bulge in "Tifa's" belly starts growing and rounding out again all on its own.\n\n"Ah?! AH?!" she shrieks, before once again gritting her teeth hard and rolling her eyes. "Hnnnnnnnnh! Hnnnnnnnnghaaaaa!" she grunts as her pussy flutters visibly, then starts to spread. A plane of smooth white appears inside it as it gapes seemingly on its own, her hips bucking and twisting, but her body refusing to let go of the Jack-O pose. She makes more strangled, strained, and pleasured noises as her pussy continues to slowly stretch, occasionally gushing around the smooth oblong that's pushing out of her, until finally the large egg drops to the ground with a solid <i>clunk</i>, apparently unharmed by the fall.\n\n"Theeere we go, that's a good start! Doesn't look like a golden chocobo egg though, sadly," you coo as you give the chocobo's balls a light pat. It "Wark!"s happily, already starting to step forward and move into position. "Don't worry, Tif! Once some of your sons hatch, they'll be able to join their daddy in fucking you, we'll really ramp up that egg production!"\n\n"Hwaaaaaaaaaaah!" "Tifa" wails as the mindless bird that used to be her boyfriend thrusts its cock back into her.\n\n"Enjoy the show, Chat," you declare, popping out the case's tripod and resting it on a nearby wall. "Although I've gotta warn all you guys and girls at home, if you get too turned on watching, I hear Titsfafication and Chocobitis are catching, and can infect at random! But some of you have probably discovered that already," you add with another scintillating giggle. "No worries, when the change is complete you'll find each other! I promise!"\n\nAnd then you're off, searching for your next target to treat!\n\n<hr>\n[[Next person to treat!|BuddyQOH7xRepeat]]

"I believe we'll find one of your fellow contestants in the entry, he arrived not long before you," Mrs. Andrews says, leading you along.\n\nThe main room of the house is large... even larger than you would really have expected from the outside. You're not sure if 'lobby' is the right term for a private home but it kind of feels that way, with a lot of seating and staircases leading up. All it really lacks is some sort of checkin counter. But standing near one of the couches is a boy about your age, dressed in layered clothes (all of which, at a glance, are extremely expensive designer labels), a similarly expensive flopped beanie on his head and backpack on his back, and a pair of thick-rimmed glasses he's adjusting with one hand, the other fussing with a coffee cup. He's also dyed his hair a bright pink, it looks like.\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/HX1Ru6k.jpg>\n\n"I seriously can't believe I had to come all the way out here to get my own money and property," he practically growls, his eyes narrowed as he looks around the area. "And stay in this shabby place. Dust mites aren't a fashion statement."\n\n"Not to interrupt, Lucas, but the final contestant has arrived," Mrs. Andrews announces with polite cheer, as if the two of you hadn't overheard him being salty at the world. "This is Austin, Archibald's great-nephew. Austin, this is Lucas, he's Archibald's grandson."\n\n"Great, another leech trying to take what's mine," Lucas says after a brief glance at your outstretched hand, apparently not bothering to hide his hostility. "I guess at least this one's a relative instead of some accountant or a phony preacher or a bloodsucking lawyer."\n\nYou scowl, as much at the slight against the so far unfailingly polite and kind woman next to you as the one aimed at you, and can't help but fire back, "And if you're such direct family I'm guessing there's a reason that you didn't just inherit everything automatically."\n\nLucas bristles visibly, teeth pulling away from his lips a little as he takes a half-step towards you... before seeming to realize that you've got about half a foot and some muscle on him. He subsides a bit sulkily, though he glowers as Mrs. Andrews speaks up again.\n\n"The fact of the matter is, Lucas's grandmother and Archibald were never married, by her choice. Archibald did insist on giving her quite a large sum of money as a gift to her child, so Lucas's family has never wanted for anything... but as his parent is technically illegitimate, there is no automatic right of inheritance, even without Archibald's will stating otherwise."\n\n"Someone like you would probably just waste it anyway," Lucas declares with a haughty sniff, sipping from his coffee cup and turning away, apparently having dismissed you from his thoughts.\n\nAfter exchanging a glance with Mrs. Andrews, the two of you walk off. Once you're in another room you murmur, "He seems like a real winner."\n\n"Terribly spoiled, I'm afraid," she replies, shaking her head. "His grandmother was a remarkable woman, but her offspring was rather overindulgent, both of themselves and of Lucas. And not particularly wise with money... frivolous, one might even say. Lucas is gambling everything on getting his grandfather's entire fortune because he likely would have burned through the not inconsiderable sum otherwise offered to him in years at the most."\n\n<hr>\n[[Find the second contestant.|AusHH1x1b]]\n\n[[Find the third contestant.|AusHH1x1c]]\n\n[[Find the fourth contestant|AusHH1x1d]]\n\n[[Find the fifth contestant.|AusHH1x1e]]\n\n[[Actually I already know everybody.|AusHH1x2]]\n\n

"I believe the next contestant is in the sun room," Mrs. Andrews declares.\n\nShe leads the way to a section of the house that's not much more than a breakfast nook, but quite tall, made of impressively long and clear panes of glass (especially considering the way most of the rest of the place seems a bit run-down). There's a small table with red-cushioned chairs situated in the center of it, with planters that look to have mostly gone to seed all around the bottoms of the windows. Standing in front of the central window and gazing out towards the forest beyond is a tall man who seems to be about Mrs. Andrews' age, and with a somewhat similar taste in hairstyles. He's wearing a white formal shirt with a grey vest and black slacks, like he'd been wearing a suit but discarded the jacket at some point. As you and Mrs. Andrews enter, he turns, and you're a bit surprised by the brilliant red color of his eyes.\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/0ioV0Ak.jpg>\n\n"Ah, Adrian. Then this must be young Austin," he says in a refined, gracious tone, giving you a somewhat formal bow.\n\n"Uh, yeah, hi," you reply a bit awkwardly, not sure if you should return a bow. "Sorry, you've got one up on me there."\n\n"Of course, forgive me. Archibald mentioned you a few times... he didn't know you well, but he was rather taken with his impressions of you as a child. My name is Dumas, I was one of your great-uncle's spiritual advisors."\n\n"Spiritual advisors?" You blink. "Like... a priest, or someone that reads your aura with crystals?" You actually wince a little at the words as they leave your mouth, especially since Mrs. Andrews proceeds to give you a mild and very motherly look of disapproval.\n\nDumas doesn't seem perturbed, however, even chuckling as he cups his chin with one hand. "Closer to the first than the second. While Archibald was a dedicated agnostic, he found religion and spirituality fascinating and liked to be advised on and knowledgeable of various religions, such as mine."\n\n"Oh. Um, if you don't mind my asking...?"\n\n"What religion? We don't have a specific name, as a matter of fact. In form and style it is similar to certain types of Christianity, though more... pragmatic. To avoid persecution during certain periods our worshipers and priests have tended to blend in with Christian sects, allowing us to continue our own religion and even bring in additional followers. Our god is great and loving and full of compassion as well, though they are not Jehovah and we do not give them a specific name." He smiles, just a little sheepishly, as he tilts his head. "Forgive me if it all sounds very mysterious, it is less so when actually explained and expounded upon."\n\n"I'll take your word for it for now, if it's all the same."\n\n"Of course. Still, if you ever wish to discuss it, please feel free to ask any time."\n\n"Thanks. So, you want the inheritance too? I mean, that's why you're here," you add, trying to take any accusation out of it.\n\n"Your great-uncle's considerable wealth and properties would be a boon to us, yes. There are several that would make excellent church sites, and the money itself would allow us to take the burden off of our donors and parishoners."\n\n"Huh. 'Kay."\n\n"I believe you have a few other people to visit, yes? Don't let me keep you, I will see you shortly for the commencement of the contest."\n\n<hr>\n[[Find the first contestant.|AusHH1x1a]]\n\n[[Find the third contestant.|AusHH1x1c]]\n\n[[Find the fourth contestant|AusHH1x1d]]\n\n[[Find the fifth contestant.|AusHH1x1e]]\n\n[[Actually I already know everybody.|AusHH1x2]]

"I believe I last saw the next person outside, around the side of the house," Mrs. Andrews says, leading you to the area in question.\n\nAs you round the side of the house, it's not that hard to spot who she means, since you doubt there are too many pretty blonde girls your own age hanging around in the middle of nowhere for the fun of it. She's leaned up against the wall and, despite the rather chilly air is wearing (very short) cutoffs and a scant black top, with just a long flannel shirt over it for apparent warmth. She's lounging as if it were the most natural thing in the world to be there, her head turning towards the two of you as you approach, showing off the numerous piercings in her ear.\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/23Wyogj.jpg>\n\n"Well hi there," she says with just a hint of drawl, grinning. "Looks like you've found another cute one for the collection, Mrs. Andrews," she continues, pushing off of the wall to stand up straight as you approach.\n\nIs it your imagination or is there a bit of a blush on the older blonde's cheeks. "Ahem. I believe I said you may feel free to call me Adrian."\n\n"My momma'd skin me alive if she heard tell I was going about calling a proper lady and a lawyer besides by her first name," the girl says with a puff and a smirk, before offering you her hand. "Howdy."\n\n"Hey," you answer, grinning and accepting the hand to shake.\n\n"This is Austin, Archibald's great-nephew," Mrs. Andrews explains.\n\n"Austin, huh?" That seems to amuse her greatly, blue eyes twinkling as she brushes her bangs out of them briefly. "Well Austin, I'm Dallas, and I'm ol' Archie's great-niece. Guess that makes us cousins, of some removal're other."\n\n"Guess so," you admit, trying to suppress various stupid jokes and connected lascivous thoughts your brain attempts to suggest.\n\n"Well, cousin, I promise ta be generous with my riches once I win this place after y'chicken out," she adds in a teasing tone, playfully punching your shoulder. "Y'can come over and use any of my swimmin' pools any time y'care to."\n\nSnorting and giving her a grin in return, you give her a wave and step back.\n\n"Alright, let's continue on," Mrs. Andrews suggests.\n\n<hr>\n[[Find the first contestant.|AusHH1x1a]]\n\n[[Find the second contestant.|AusHH1x1b]]\n\n[[Find the fourth contestant|AusHH1x1d]]\n\n[[Find the fifth contestant.|AusHH1x1e]]\n\n[[Actually I already know everybody.|AusHH1x2]]

"I think the next person had retired to the dining room to have a glass of wine," Mrs. Andrews says, her tone a bit more carefully neutral than before.\n\nThe two of you make your way to the dining room, where there's a long, broad oval table. Sitting at one end of it is a woman in her... late twenties, early thirties? Either way she's pretty much gorgeous, with long brown hair that has that 'naturally disheveled' look that she probably put a lot of effort into, besides pulling it back into a ponytail and letting it drape over her shoulders. She's wearing a rather scant red dress that shows off her full breasts and nice hips (even sitting down), her long, bare legs crossed under the table as she sips a glass of wine.\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/tx1xOCP.jpg>\n\n"Austin, this is Paris," Mrs. Andrews says in a mild tone. "She was your great-uncle's occasional traveling companion."\n\n"Which is to say," Paris picks up easily enough, smiling as she stands and sets her wine glass down. "That Archie wasn't married so 'mistress' doesn't quite fit, and we weren't super romantic so neither does 'girlfriend'," she continues, heels clicking on the floor as she sashays over. "And there's not really a better word for someone that sometimes travels around with an older man because he has more fun with someone young and energetic who sometimes shares his bed. At least, not any words that even the disapproving Mrs. Andrews wants to use."\n\n"It is none of my business, but I do not <i>dis</i>approve," Mrs. Andrews replies, now a bit frostily.\n\n"Right, but that social conditioning's tough, huh? Can't quite slot me in without being a gold digger?" Paris grins at the blonde for a moment more, then settles it down into a gentler smile. "Sorry, I shouldn't tease you. And I'm ignoring the new arrival. Hello Austin," she says, offering her hand. "Archie mentioned you a few times."\n\n"So I keep hearing. I hadn't seen him in years, though," you say as you take your hand, fighting not to be awkward due to any of that, er, social conditioning she mentioned.\n\n"Archie knew so many people it was pretty much impossible for him to keep up with them all. That's one of the reasons what we had was very casual," Paris explains, shrugging a bit. "Despite what people thought, I wasn't with him for his money... oh, the money was a lot of fun, but I just enjoyed being around him. And now you're thinking, 'Well, if that's so, why are you here trying to get all his money and things?'" She adds, grinning as she lays a hand alongside her cheek.\n\n"Ah, well, I guess I might wonder that, yeah."\n\n"The simple answer is, because Archie offered me the chance. He loved goofy things like this, and it would have made him happy if I participated. Of course, it's not like I don't <i>want</i> the inheritance, it's an awful lot of money and I definitely wouldn't mind keeping up the jetsetting lifestyle. But really it's more money than I could ever spend, and I'll probably give a lot of it to charity. So there you have it, I wanted to honor his will <i>and</i> I want to make a lot of money," she concludes, spreading her arms and smiling.\n\n"Understandable," Mrs. Andrews says evenly. "Now, if you'll excuse us, Paris, we do have a bit more to do."\n\n"Sure! Oh, and Austin," Paris calls as you start to turn away. She presses two fingertips to her lips and blows you a kiss, winking as she does. "I also wanted to see the other people that were dear to Archie. So far, you haven't disappointed."\n\nBlushing a bit, you murmur a thank-you, then follow Mrs. Andrews out of the room.\n\n<hr>\n[[Find the first contestant.|AusHH1x1a]]\n\n[[Find the second contestant.|AusHH1x1b]]\n\n[[Find the third contestant.|AusHH1x1c]]\n\n[[Find the fifth contestant.|AusHH1x1e]]\n\n[[Actually I already know everybody.|AusHH1x2]]

"I last left the next person outside the library, and they're probably still there," Mrs. Andrews says in a bit of a wry tone, though she follows it up with a sigh that says she's bracing herself. "Well, come on, then."\n\nYou follow her down a hallway, to a set of wide double-doors that are closed, with someone sitting on the floor in front of them. She has shoulder-length, somewhat fluffy black hair, and is wearing a snug black long-sleeved shirt and black slacks, making her look a bit of a shadow in the dim hallway. As the two of you approach she looks over, her cheeks slightly flushed, lips curling faintly in a smile.\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/aS2dc7v.png>\n\n"Hello again, Adrian. Is that Austin?" she asks, closing the book and setting it aside.\n\n"Yes," Mrs. Andrews answers, waiting for the woman to rise before she continues. "Austin, this is Katy."\n\n"Hi," she says, taking your hand and giving it a single quick shake. "Don't worry, I'm not some weirdo, Adrian's just awkward around me because I used to be her assistant."\n\n"Archibald decided she had a great deal of talent and hired her away from the firm and into his personal employ," Mrs. Andrews allows with a tilt of the head. "And from what I've heard has done exceptionally well for herself."\n\n"But it's still a bit awkward," Katy adds in a stage whisper, smiling at the other woman before continuing to speak to you. "I was one of Archibald's financial planners... when he wanted something, say, financed in perpetuity up to a certain extent, I'd make the arrangements and set up the trust funds, stuff like that."\n\n"And also encouraged him on various ridiculous ventures," Mrs. Andrews says dryly, though with a bit of a grin.\n\n"He never needed much encouragement, and besides, 'ridiculous' is a strong word," Katy replies with a mock pout, before grinning sheepishly at you. "But it's true, I have a strong interest in the occult, an interest Archibald shared. I was the one that found this place, because I was interested in unraveling the history. Unfortunately, the library's in quite an awful state," she adds, glancing at the doors. "And not fit for habitation, so all I could do was bring a few of the more solid volumes out here."\n\n"So I guess you want to win my great-uncle's estate so that you don't lose any of the other creepy or occult things he owned?" you prompt with a grin.\n\n"Got it in one!" she chirps, holding up a finger and smiling brightly. "It'd be a shame to see them just auctioned off or sold or left to molder. They're a student of the odd and unusual's dream, and even with what Archibald already had, I'd have a full lifetime of investigation to do."\n\n"Well, I dunno if I should say 'good luck', but..."\n\n"Heh, I hear ya. I'll see you again in a few for the commencement. I'll let you go meet the others now."\n\n<hr>\n[[Find the first contestant.|AusHH1x1a]]\n\n[[Find the second contestant.|AusHH1x1b]]\n\n[[Find the third contestant.|AusHH1x1c]]\n\n[[Find the fourth contestant|AusHH1x1d]]\n\n[[Actually I already know everybody.|AusHH1x2]]

"... Wait, what do you mean 'anything'?" You're not particularly proud of it, but for just the barest instant, your brain does flash to the perhaps... more wicked potential implications of that word. Just the tiniest instant. And you think it's your imagination, but you can just almost see a brief flicker in Lita's eyes, the tiniest brush of her teeth across her lower lip as if she might be thinking of it too.\n\n"I mean... I reeeeally want this new computer, Daddy," she says after a moment, and you have to be imagining that her voice has gotten just a little lower and breathier. "It's basically my dream rig. Soooo I would definitely be... really willing to do something to earn it."\n\n<hr>\n[["... I'll think about it."|JackGirl]]\n\n[[Just stand there in shock.|JackGirl]]\n\n[["Fine. Let's see you earn it."|JackGirl]]\n\n[[She must be punished for her lewdness!|JackGirl]]

"I meeeean," Lita says, inhaling through her teeth with a little hiss, and reaching under the hem of her shirt to snag a slip of paper out of the waistband of her shorts, holding it up to you. "It's kiiiinda been awhile since my last upgrade, and I've kind of been browsing parts and stuff, y'know?"\n\nRolling your eyes and grinning tolerantly, you take the slip of paper and unfold it, looking over the list of components. You have to admit, your eyebrows raise as the little price ticker in your head just keeps shooting up with every one. "Lita, this is an incredibly expensive rig you're talking about putting together. It would be miles away better than <i>my</i> computer that I just assembled last year and that I use for work."\n\n"I know, but c'mon Dad, just think of it as future-proofing!" Lita pleads, scooting around a bit on the couch to face you more fully. "With this I probably won't even need to update it through college! At least, y'know, the first couple of years," she allows, shrugging, then giving you another winning smile.\n\n"Uh-huh. Still, this is a big ask, Lita," you say, frowning thoughtfully at the paper.\n\n"But I reeeeeally want this upgrade," she replies, coming dangerously close to whining as she puts her wrists together, fingers curled as she raises her hands in a slightly pleading tone. "I'd do almost <i>anything</i> to get this computer!"\n\n<hr>\n[["Well, let's wait and see."|JackGirl]]\n\n[["Maybe if you work for it."|JackGirl]]\n\n[["I'd have to get the components cheaper."|JackGirl]]\n\n[["... Wait, what do you mean 'anything'?"|JackGirl1x2]]

"You're seriously gonna come up with something all new, huh?"\n\n"I already have. I am, quite frankly, a brilliant chemist, and I have no idea how I put up with teaching high school all these years," he grumbles as he turns and heads a bit deeper into the lab.\n\n'Betting easy access to cheerleaders had something to do with it,' you think with a sneer of your own as you follow after him, to what's obviously the more technical area. Mr. Black turns and gestures to a counter stool, and after a moment you take a seat, since it seems like he's probably not going to start until he feels like he's lecturing a student, despite his declared disdain for teaching.\n\n"Alright, Dan, let's start with a question even you should be able to answer. What's the hottest drug on the streets, right now...?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Zeus."|YPBB2x2]]\n\n[["ClearThought."|YPBB]]\n\n[["Fairy."|YPBB3x1]]\n\n[["Greenback."|YPBB]]

"Man, all I hear other guys talkin' about these days is Zeus," you say with a bit of exasperation. "All about how it makes your dick bigger and turns you into a fuck-machine and star athlete all at once."\n\n"Gee, you sound less than excited, Dan," Mr. Black says with a condescending chuckle.\n\n"All it is is some meth or coke and maybe some testosterone all mixed up in one of those five hour energy shots, dude, it's not all that."\n\n"Hm, very canny," Mr. Black murmurs after a moment, eyeing you as if maybe having decided you have at least two brain cells to rub together. "You're right. I've analyzed several samples of street Zeus and it's just as you describe, a pathetic and low-grade sort of mixture aimed at catching insecure young idiots."\n\n"But you have a better idea for catching insecure young idiots," you say dryly.\n\n"Absolutely. The new breed of Zeus I'll create... Jupiter, perhaps... will be a chemical composition all its own. Its effects will be measurable and consistent, with measurable boosts to strength and virility while the high lasts," he says enthusiastically, seeming to get a little more animated when he mentions 'virility'. Aha, his motivations for making a better Zeus are becoming clearer. "Now, let's get started. Wash up, then put on safety gear. And follow my instructions exactly!"\n\nIt's not easy when he seems to feel the need to constantly slip snide remarks in amidst his instructions, but you keep thinking of that payday. Dumb jocks and cocky street punks (not unlike yourself) pay stupid prices for a shot of Zeus... if you can take over that market with something that actually, really works, you could charge three or four times what Zeus shots go for and they'd dig up the money for it. The thought of a third of the money from a racket like that keeps you going throughout the very long process of crafting the brew, until eventually it's slowly bubbling away over the heat in a large round glass container, several tubes and other attachments hooked up to it.\n\n"There," Mr. Black declares in satisfaction as he peels off his gloves. "Now, this will need to remain at this heat for quite awhile. I'm going to run out and take care of those other issues, while you stay here and wait to perform the final step. It's simple enough even a monkey can do it, which is why you'll be the one to stay here."\n\nRolling your eyes, you set your mask aside. "Yeah, yeah, so what do I do?"\n\n"When the liquid starts to turn cloudy, fill this syringe here with bull hormone, from the shelf there," he says, indicating a row of vials. "You can read 'bull', right? Bee-yoo-ell-ell? Comes before 'shit'?" he adds with an extra sneer that somehow seems to apply the last word to you rather than just generally saying it. "Stick the needle into this injector tube here and push the plunger all the way down." Then he turns and leaves, giving a call of "Don't fuck it up!" as he goes.\n\nGod, what a <i>tremendous</i> asshole! You've got half a mind to fuck up his precious concoction just out of spite! You sit glaring between the boiling liquid and occasionally glancing at the rack of animal hormones, trying to decide whether to do it properly or inject something else just to see what happens and if he'll even notice. Heh, maybe you could get him to try the stuff himself! That makes you snicker at the idea of Mr. Black choking and dropping dead or developing some horrible wasting illness that causes him to reevaluate his connection to his family or something.\n\nIt does take quite awhile, but eventually the clear liquid starts to turn faintly grey, clouding up. Okay, moment of truth!\n\n<hr>\n[[Inject bull hormone.|YPBB]]\n\n[[Inject cow hormone.|YPBB]]\n\n[[Inject cat hormone.|YPBB]]\n\n[[Inject ape hormone.|YPBB]]\n\n[[Inject the vial with '????' on it.|YPBB]]

"I, um... I think I'd kind of like to stick with... the dog one," you murmur in embarrassment, blushing and ducking your head. "It's just... ... it feels really good, the point, and the knot, and..." You trail off, unable to continue admitting how good the dog dildo feels.\n\n"Heheh, sounds like you might be hooked!" Liam outright giggles now, gripping the base of the dildo inside you and slowly pulling on it, making you whimper softly and then gasp when the knot pops back out of you... then moan loudly as he starts fucking you with it again, starting off slow and smooth but building to a faster pace much more quickly this time. "I guess you like what you like, huh? That's fiiiine. We can still work with that too... you know, I've even got a wolf one..."\n\nThe wolf one winds up being the last he uses for the day after several slight variations on the original (and a break for lunch), and the feeling of its much larger, scooped head slipping inside you, its vein-riddled fat shaft, and its much larger, more sectioned knot finally popping inside you makes you cum so hard you almost pass out. Liam spends a good long while rubbing your back and sides and making soft, supportive voices until you come back to your right mind. Eventually you manage to wobble down the hall on rubbery legs, shower, and then depart for dinner, having scheduled another 'play date' for a few days from now, on a day when you only have one class early in the morning.\n\nAnd so it continues for the next few months, almost every week spending a good chunk of a day (or at the very least a few hours) on all fours on Liam's bed (or sometimes the floor) having his canine dildos pumping into your ass. He often has new ones to try, saying they're of different breeds... some of them are smaller than others, but at this point all the different feelings, the slight differences in shape, and overall just the whole experience, being coaxed into intense knot-induced orgasms with those lewd, indecent dildos filling your ass followed by Liam gently coaxing you through it... you spend a lot of your time when you're not on all fours in his room thinking about being on all fours in his room, or at least going to see him again. He's insisted that he'll only continue your "play dates" if you keep your grades up and try to keep at least some amount of a social life, for some reason, so you study (sometimes with his or Allen's help), you go out to events, because you know that at least once a week you'll get that reward of a rubber dog dick in your ass. It's taken to a whole other level when he starts using ones with tubes in them that can pump lube into you when he knots you... the feeling of the warmed liquid spreading inside you when that knot pops in, it's just... addictive.\n\nOne afternoon as you're stripping down for a session intended to last until evening, Liam is grinning more cheekily than usual. You notice that unusually for him, he's wearing pants and not much else, though there is a bulge in the front. (You've grown accustomed to seeing his cock stiff in his panties, admittedly.) "So, since you're soooo hooked on a particular thing, I decided to design something new and fun," he explains, eyes sparkling.\n\n"... New?" you ask, feeling a bit of trepidation... and also a surge of excitement that has your heart beating faster and your cock twitching just a bit.\n\nLiam giggles, and undoes the pants, letting them drop, and letting that bulge spring forward... and leaving you staring. No panties today, for sure... instead what looks an awful lot like a big red dog cock is jutting from Liam's crotch. Of course, it's still clearly made of rubber, and you can see the base of it where it rests around the root of his own cock. It has several straps that loop around his waist and legs and even the base of his balls, apparently fixing it in place. He shakes his hips back and forth excitedly, making it wobble, your eyes tracking it with a mix of alarm and arousal. "You like? I didn't exactly come up with the idea, but I do think I've made some nice improvements on the design! Plus since it's perfectly fitted just for me, it's super comfortable and won't go slipping off!"\n\n"Uh... it's... it's..." You're honestly lost for words.\n\n"Mm, this way you can finally get really <i>fucked</i> by the dog dildo you like so much. It'll be on a whole other level than just me using my hands to move it, trust me!" He snickers some, tapping his cheek with an index finger. "And, well, admittedly, isn't it about time I got some extra fun out of these sessions too? But if you're <i>still</i> worried about being with another guy, just tell yourself that it's just me using another dildo on you, since that's basically what it is, riiiight?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree.|GwynLiam1x11]]\n\n[[Refuse.|GwynLiam]]

You swallow heavily... but finally nod. "Yeah... okay, um, I guess we can... give that a try."\n\n"Good! Then let's get you in position and ready, and get started!" Liam chirps, as if this were nothing more than you posing for him doing a quick charcoal sketch.\n\nYou kind of wonder if that's how he talks most people into stuff like this, you think as you climb up onto the bed, trying not to squirm too much as he slips lubed-up fingers into your ass. Looking back you realize you've spent an inordinate amount of time on this other boy's bed being conditioned into cumming from your ass when you're still pretty sure you don't even <i>like</i> guys and how did that happen? But as you're having that little moment of clarity, a shudder of mingled trepidation and thrill runs through you as the mattress shifts slightly with Liam climbing up onto it, his body sliding over yours, bare chest pressing against your back through your shirt. There's definitely a feeling that this might be significantly more than him just using a dildo on you, especially the way he reaches down to pull his latex-sheathed shaft into position, the way his hips work when he rubs it against you, the way his hands slide onto the bed beside yours.\n\nBut then he's thrusting in and all that concern and worry melts away because it feels <i>soooooo</i> good! It's definitely different than any other time... Liam has obviously been wearing the sheath for awhile because it's warmed up to body temperature, and feeling that slick shaft not just pumping away in you but <i>hot</i> inside you is so much different and so much better. The motion's completely different, it's faster, stronger, really pumping into you, fuck it it's really <i>fucking</i> you and you can't hold back from moaning shamelessly as you feel that pumping, stroking motion, that thick knot at the base slapping against your pucker, even a slight throb from that hot, thick rubber shaft pumping into your thoroughly trained and conditioned little hole. Your eyes roll up some as you quickly abandon any sense of restraint and start fucking yourself back against Liam's thrusts, your hard cock bouncing and swaying underneath you with your movements, the motions sending long, sticky strands of pre flicking around.\n\n"Yeah, I knew you'd turn into a complete slut if I actually got on top of you now," Liam coos in a sweetly smug tone, his voice cutting through your own slutty, needful moans. He brings a hands up, sliding fingers past your open lips and toying with your tongue, and you find yourself licking at them lewdly, trying to please him in reward for his penetration of your mouth. "You're a little anal whore, aren't you, Gwyn?"\n\n"Nnnh, anh, ah, ah, ohhhh," you groan out, shaking your hips sluttishly as you work that hot canine cock-sheath around inside you, feeling the heat of Liam's own cock radiating into you through it.\n\n"You're a little butt-slut who loves it in the ass, don't you?" he continues to whisper sweetly in your ear, even as his thrusts start to speed up, grow stronger, truly pounding into you now and making you get all the more shamelessly noisy about the high, sweet, almost animal mewls of pleasure you're making. "Huh? Isn't that what you are, a fucking slut who loves getting fucked in the ass?"\n\n"Please," you find yourself moaning out, shuddering hard as your ass quivers around that warm length of red rubber. "Please...!"\n\n"Please what, hmmm? Please what?" Liam urges, practically giggling as he pauses thrusting to just wiggle his hips, working the shaft around in you.\n\n"The knot," you whine, your tone openly pleading, your voice needy and wanton.\n\n"You do love the knot, huuuh? Well you need to say it," he urges with that kind wickedness in his own voice, giving his hips the lightest press forward, urging that bulb up against your pucker but not enough to push inside.\n\n"I... I'm a slut who loves getting fucked in the ass!" you whimper in reply, breaking in a matter of seconds and shaking your hips. "Please, please, fuck my ass, knot me!"\n\n"That's gooood, but a bit more! You know what I want you to say," Liam urges, a devil whispering in your ear as he brings his hands up to slide them along your belly under your shirt, fingers deftly flicking across your stiff nipples. "Say it, slut, c'mon~!"\n\n<hr>\n[["I'm a bitch!"|GwynLiam]]\n\n[["I'm <i>your</i> bitch!"|GwynLiam]]

* <b>Main:</b> Eric can use the "[[Sword|HLMai4x1]]" body wash when showering at Mai's.\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can also decide he [[likes the club owner's offer|CC3x6]] when playing with Honey Trap.\n* <b>Main:</b> Dark General Mike can now do a [[dress code review|DarkMike1x5]] while undercover as a teacher.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can now decide she is [[uninterested|GGParent14x1]] in her parents' party.\n* <b>Main</b>: Jamie can now do fuckall with his vacation so that he starts school again. (The vacation has also been generic'd so it can be either spring break or summer break.)

"Yes, alright, it's right here," you admit with a sigh.\n\n"Alright, sir, then please take a moment to read it. I'll remain on the line to answer any questions you have afterwards."\n\nScowling, you nevertheless begin reading.\n\n<center><b>Before donning costume</b>\nplease be aware that it will alter your body\nfor full cosplay authenticity. This is high\nquality magecraft, brought to you in the name of\nthe best and most accurate cosplay. The spell will\nlast from the donning of the costume until\nsunrise, usually.\nTo avoid issues, please heed the following:\n* Avoid becoming separated too much from costume. Under no circumstances should costume be entirely lost, destroyed, or should other clothing be put on over it or instead of it.\n* Avoid overindulging in sexual intercourse. Too many orgasms may convince your body its new configuration is accurate.\n* Avoid mingling magics from other enchanted costumes or alteration spells. This can produce unexpected side effects.\n* Some costumes, especially the Full-Grade Accessorized costumes, may attract magical entities that fit with their dynamic. Please be aware and prepared.\n</center>\nYou stare at the slip of paper for a few moments more, then sigh again. "Okay, so, the gist of it is, as long as I follow these rules, I'll turn back into myself when the sun comes up, right?"\n\n"Yes, sir. The costumes are reusable as well, so you can wear it as often as you like without worry, as long as you continue to heed the safety guidelines."\n\nYou can't help but ask, "What's this last one, about 'magical entities'?"\n\n"I wouldn't worry about that, sir, while the Bouncy Kunoichi costume is technically a Full-Grade Accessorized one, since the accessories don't have a lot of magical power in them the chances of that happening are very small. Well, is that all, sir? Is there anything else I can do for you?"\n\nYou glance down at your big barely-covered boobs, still not sure how you feel about this.\n\n<hr>\n[[Demand to speak to her manager.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[Stay in.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[Go to the party.|BuddyOct]]

You're not sure you can leave the house like this. What if you got pulled over? The cop would either arrest you for driving without a license in a "stolen" vehicle, or lock you in the loony bin for insisting that your license was really you. Instead you hastily look at the phone number for the shop, grabbing your cell and dialing. As you wait impatiently, you absentmindedly yank the straps of your costume back into place on your tits.\n\n"Cosplay Casbah, we'll make your costume a reality," Atalanta's crisp voice answers on the second ring.\n\n"Tell me about it!" you snap, before wincing and pinching the bridge of your nose. "I'm sorry, just... look, I know that sounds crazy, but when I put one of your costumes on, my... my body changed and I turned into a woman!"\n\n"Oh dear, that wasn't supposed to happen," Atalanta's voice says in a soft murmur. Then, a bit stronger, "Unless of course you bought a female costume, then in fact that was exactly what was supposed to happen."\n\n"WHAT?!" you shriek.\n\n"Sir. Please," Atalanta huffs. "My ears are quite sensitive. If you weren't aware this would happen, I understand being upset, but please don't yell into the phone."\n\nYour face twists as you consider several epithets, but finally huff. "Fine. Sorry. What do I do?"\n\n"There should be a small piece of paper in the box that says 'Before donning costume' at the top, which you really should have read first, sir," she says in a mildly scolding tone. "Unless, of course, it is not there, in which case it is our error and we will send someone right over to resolve the situation as quickly as possible."\n\nTwitching, you nevertheless head over to the box. You almost immediately find what she mentioned... a small rectangle of glossy paper that does indeed say 'Before donning costume' at the top. You now remember seeing it and not paying attention because it didn't seem to be actual instructions, and you thought it was the equivalent of a mattress 'do not remove' tag or something.\n\n<hr>\n[[Fess up.|BuddyOct7x2]]\n\n[[Lie.|BuddyOct]]

"Oh dear," the white-haired guy says in an endlessly amused tone.\n\n"Eh?" You watch as the glowing line snaps inward and forms into something small, which then streaks towards you with such speed that you yelp in shock. You can feel a thump on the front of your crotch, and then in an instant you lose several feet of height and most hints of muscle tone, your bouncy chest sucking inward with similarly insane speed until your chest is completely flat, your round hips and ass yanking tight and sleek and curvy legs turning coltish.\n\n"My my, it really took to you, looks like the compatibility is good!"\n\n"U-uwah?!" you squeak. Your voice is high and cute in an entirely different way than it was before. You look down at yourself, patting quickly... your costume seems to have resized to fit your body, and when you lift the front flap to check, even the panties have resized... now hugging up a fairly modest bulge. A quick touch between your legs confirms that you've become fully male again, though you quickly pull your fingers away and drop the flap with a blush when you notice the white-haired guy is still smirking at you. "W-what happened?"\n\n"That one's called 'The Shota Special'," he answers cheerfully, holding up a finger. "And it does tend to rewrite the rest of mystic codes it attaches to. No worries, it should still wear off as normal in the morning." He puts his hands on your shoulders and turns you around, shuffling you back towards the door. "There you go, there go go, you've got your dick so please have fun at the party!"\n\n"Wait, this isn't what I-!" You're shoved out of the room and the door slams behind you, leaving you to turn and stare at it, then glance down at yourself again. "... was expecting." You sigh and hang your head. Guess there's no point to arguing. You turn and head back down the short hall, then peek around the corner. The party is of course still going on as normal, full of the same attractive, often scantily-clad people you were so eager to hit on when you raced off for this.\n\nBut now what...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to find Atalanta.|BuddyFHP]]\n\n[[Try to mingle anyway.|BuddyFHP]]\n\n[[Try to mingle but maybe find someone your own... height.|BuddyFHP]]\n\n[[Find somewhere to hide out for awhile.|BuddyFHP]]

"So it's just magic dicks in this gacha thing?" you ask.\n\n"This particular one, yes," the smarmy-seeming guy says, gesturing for you to follow him as he leads you to the side and around a corner. He leads the way through a door, into a smallish room with a glowing blue spell circle on the floor. "The Dick Gacha is my masterpiece, above and beyond all previous magical achievements! ... Well, I like it the most, anyway. But here, throw your currency into the center, and we'll see what comes out."\n\nNodding, you grip your double-handful of plastic coins and then fling them towards the center of the circle. The whole thing lights up, and music fills the room as the coins disappear and a swirling band of light rises up from the edge of the array. Wow, you've gotta admit, this is pretty cool... you've seen some obviously magic stuff so far tonight, but this is the most blatantly 'look glowy stuff!' magic yet.\n\n"Here we go, it's raising into the air, your new dick is about to appear!"\n\n<hr>\n[["Hurray, random dick!"|BuddyFHP]]\n\n[["Oooo, that's a lot of golden sparkles!"|BuddyFHP8x1]]\n\n[["... Why is it getting smaller?"|BuddyFHP6x2]]

"You know what, why not?" you say with a shrug. "It comes but once a year and is a night to get wild, I'll be the Queen of Halloween, I guess!"\n\n"Oh wonderful!" Nancy declares, looking absolutely delighted. "Let me just go put everything together and I'll be right back!"\n\nShe turns and trots off into the back of the shop, with you watching her go and maybe sneaking a peek at her rear. She is pretty cute, if obviously very nerdy... you'd be tempted to ask her out to the party if she didn't seem a bit like she'd get scared off or maybe think that was inappropriate or something. Well, whatever, maybe if you ever come back here for some other event you'll see.\n\nIt takes a little while for Nancy to come back, and you can't help but notice that when she does, she doesn't have anything with her and looks deeply sheepish. "I'm really sorry. The special bodypaint I'd been keeping for the Ruler of Halloween costumes got all dried up. I think one of my temporary staff stored it improperly at some point."\n\nYou frown a bit at that. "So could I use some other bodypaint, or just go without?"\n\nShe actually gasps in horror at that, clasping her hands to her cheeks. "Oh sir <i>no</i>! You couldn't wear just any bodypaint as the Ruler of Halloween! ... Er, sorry, that was strange, wasn't it?" she adds sheepishly again, ducking her head. "B-but, I worked really hard on the whole costumes, and I don't think I could bear to see them completed in a substandard way. But!" she hurries to add, eyes widening behind her glasses. "If you'll give me a chance, I promise I'll find some replacement body paint! And to make up for the trouble, I won't even charge you for the paint, just the rest of the costume!"\n\nHm. High-end bodypaint can be pretty expensive. ... Probably. So you could be getting a pretty good deal there. "How long do you think it would take?"\n\n"M-mm, w-well," she hedges nervously. "I'd probably have to do some running around after hours, and depending even call someone in to cover while I dash out, and tomorrow's gonna be super busy, s-so... but I'll definitely have it by tomorrow night! Before full dark! Th-that's when it's really Halloween, right?" she adds hopefully.\n\nYou think about that a bit more, then ask, "Okay, but so that I can make it to my party in time, do you think I could change here?"\n\n"Oh?" Nancy blinks... then looks relieved. "Oh, that should be fine! As long as you don't mind changing in one of the back rooms surrounded by decorations and stuff."\n\n"Alright, then, deal."\n\n"Okay! I'll see you tomorrow ni-, er, evening, sir! Evening for sure!"\n\nThe light is fading the next day as you drive back over to the store. You probably should have called to make sure that Nancy actually managed to make good on her promise, but you figure if not, it'll be a good way to pressure her into giving you a different costume for a good price. (Hey, you didn't get to be rich by just splurging money at every opportunity, you know?) You pull into the parking lot, which is surprisingly empty, but then you notice that there's a sign up that says they're supposed to be closed by now. But Nancy is already bustling forward to open the door as you get out of the car, waving you in.\n\n"Good news! I found some <i>great</i> quality body paint at another shop! The worker there practically <i>insisted</i> I take it when I said what it was for!" Nancy gushes as she locks the door behind you and leads you towards the back hallway. "In fact they even threw in some extra accessories, so I wound up being able to flesh out the Queen of Halloween costume into two variants!"\n\n"Two variants, huh?" you echo, admittedly interested.\n\n"Yes sir! You can just pick whichever one you like," she says as she shows you into a room that looks more like they've been using it as a set for product photos or something than just a storage room, since it's complete with a fake pumpkin patch, hay bales, and several little sections of cardboard/plastic/pressboard haunted house. She gestures to a shelf where there's a row of three pumpkin head masks... well, since they look large and sturdy enough to cover the whole head, you guess they'd be helmets, almost? Either way, the one in the middle has kitty ears in addition to its wicked orange face, the eyes narrow like a cat on the prowl for a mouse, while the other has a slightly more standard jack-o-lantern leer, but its eyes and mouth are pink-purple instead. Both have "carved" "scars" across the left eye, although the cat-eared one's runs all the way from its eye to its mouth, making both fairly intimidating despite the feminine touches.\n\n"Now, you can pick whichever you like, the Dullahan Nekomata or the more traditional one," Nancy says cheerfully as she gestures back and forth between them.\n\n"'Dullawhat whattamatta'?"\n\n"Dullahan Nekomata! Sort of a blend between a 'headless knight' from Ireland and an evil cat spirit from Japan! I know it's a silly idea, but I just got inspired! I rigged up a special sort of black cloth to this collar," Nancy explains, touching a spiked red leather collar that does indeed have a bit of cloth attached to the inside. "You attach it to the mask, and while it doesn't look <i>too</i> fancy, it's made out of that special anti-papparazi cloth!"\n\n"Oh, you mean the stuff that shines really bright and sparkles on camera when there's a flash?"\n\n"Exactly! So in any photos taken, it'll look like there's just a bright light where your neck should be!"\n\n"Wow, that's really clever, good job," you assure her.\n\nNancy beams at that, then clears her throat. "Anyway, ah, the other one's much more standard, but either one of them should go well with the sexy outfit," she adds, blushing as she gestures to the outfit hanging up... ah, yup, that's definitely a Queen outfit, it has one of those very goth-y halter tops with the pentagram straps on the front, a snug black leather (well probably "leather") skirt, and a pair of strappy boots with jack-o-lanterns on the toes. There's also a "vampire bat" style cape tipped by glowing beads at the ends, and you can see some spiderweb stockings and black panties on the shelf with the jars of paint, as well as an accessory bag under the collar with various things in it, one of them coiled-up furry black tails. Yup, you're definitely gonna be the Queen of Halloween.\n\n"Anyway, just choose whichever you like, and let me know if you need any help or when you're done," Nancy chirps before scurrying out of the room, closing the door behind her.\n\n... Right, well, you guess you're committed. Shrugging, you strip out of your clothes, taking a moment to kind of enjoy the thrill of both being naked in someone else's space... in this case the semi-public of a store's back room... and of the fact you're about to do something a bit taboo. But, best not dwell on that, don't wanna be a pervert. You glance back and forth between the two pumpkin masks she said to choose between. Kitty ears, or regular...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Kitty pumpkin.|BudQOH1x1]]\n\n[[Regular pumpkin.|BudQOH2x1]]

Probably best not to go making any hasty decisions. Heck, for all you know the next time you try it nothing will happen, and it was either all just some fever dream or a weird one-off occurrence that can only happen when Jupiter is in ascension and Mercury is scissoring Mars or something.\n\nSo you keep things to yourself as you arrive back at the house, trying to make your mind focus on the sort of general idle chatter that you usually engage in with Hannah (which usually involves letting her ramble on about her latest interests with you just listening dutifully). As you finish the pizza and she's starting to shuffle off back to her room, she pauses and turns. "Oh yeah, I'll probably be out mosta tomorrow, just so you know."\n\nYou blink, trying not to look... well, too happy about it, she's probably used to you looking a little happy about that. "Oh yeah?"\n\n"Yeah there's a special event about a game release and I'm probably gonna be standing in line like alllll day," she says in an almost dreamy tone, before giving an awkward little wave and scurrying around the corner to her room.\n\nWell, that clears that up. Sounds like you'll have a nice clear window of opportunity to go down into the dungeon and explore during. With that in mind you clean up dinner and then head into your room to start getting things ready.\n\nYou assemble an outfit from when you did some hiking and a bit of rock climbing earlier in the year... some sturdy pants, boots, and a shirt. You suppose you could try and buy some actual body armor and probably even guns now that you have money, but you're not sure where to start with that and you're way too eager to actually get started on exploration. Clothes designed to protect against hostile foliage, jagged rocks, and snakebite will have to do. Assuming there's something hostile down there, you look through the knives you kept out, finding one that's broad and long, probably bordering more on a short sword... sure it's probably at least 300 years old, but it seems whole and still plenty sharp, so you put it on your belt. You also download an app for your phone that says that even removed from a cell/wifi signal, it will use the phone's gyroscope to create a path of where you've been. (It's expensive, but hey.) You fill a small hiking pack with first aid materials and some water and ration bars, and...\n\n... now you have to go to bed all excited. Feeling a bit like a kid before a trip, you lay down and eventually manage to get some sleep.\n\nYou're awoken by the sound of the front door slamming fairly early in the morning. Getting up and doing a brief check shows that the door to Hannah's room is open a crack and it's completely dark inside, no screen glow, which only ever happens if she's actually left. Nodding in satisfaction, you get dressed in the outfit you've prepared, checking your weapon one more time before heading to the door to the garage. You're a little worried that you'll be left standing there all dressed up like some sort of loon opening the door to the same lightly cluttered cement rectangle as always, but after inserting and turning the key, you find the same set of stairs as last time on the other side. Tucking the key securely into one of your zip-up pockets, you turn on your flashlight and settle it into your off hand before heading down.\n\nThe stairs definitely head down way further than should be normal for a basement or anything in this area, just further cementing for you that this must be some kind of alternate dimension. Didn't the journal say that some key bows 'changed the destination'? So you guess it's like, the doorway would normally open to the other side of, well, itself, but because of the key now it opens to the door to this dungeon. Remembering the journal, you pull it out of your pocket, intending to check that bit.\n\nTo your surprise, the page is far more legible than you remember it, more details able to be made out... not a lot that's super helpful, since the already readable part was apparently the important bit, but still. You flip through the rest of the journal, and it's not exactly clear, but seems more understanble in the torchlight. 'Maybe he wrote it in here and that's why?' you muse.\n\nDoing a quick skim through what you can understand now while you're still on the steps, you gather that this is sort of the 'beginner dungeon', and there are indeed monsters, though not very tough ones. Sounds like there are tougher ones below, on the lower levels. It also sounds like there are two ways to get, well, treasures from the dungeon. The journal says there are chests (though to be careful of those, because picking the wrong one is a 'draining experience', whatever that means), and 'key rooms'. Even with the words clear enough to be read, the text is kind of florid and rambling, but you get the general gist that some of the rooms (usually guarded by a monster) have several pillars on them, each one with a bow for the key, and that if you pick one of the bows the others will disappear. \n\nUseful information to have. You close the journal and put it away again... part of you thinks it would be a good idea to just sit down and read it, but who knows when the next time Hannah will go out for the day again? Can't afford to waste hours and hours just sitting on the steps reading. Instead, with your suspicion that there's monsters ahead turned into more of a certainty, you continue on.\n\nSoon you arrive at the bottom of the stairs, which open out into a corridor about seven feet wide. Much like the stairs it's made of simple grey stone blocks, all over the walls, floor, and ceiling, with apparently eternally burning wooden torches lining the walls. You're glad you brought the flashlight even if the torches technically provide enough light to see by, since it gives you a much longer view ahead. You take out your phone to make sure the map app is working (huh, you actually still have wi-fi signal from the house, looks like... because this space is technically inside it?), then put it away again before setting off in essentially a random direction.\n\nA few times you think you hear something moving around either ahead or behind you, and even hear something like a grumbling voice once, but every time you bring your hand to your knife it immediately goes quiet and you don't hear anything for awhile after. The thought of encountering actual monsters almost makes you turn back... but also interests you further at the same time, resulting in you pushing on instead.\n\nSeveral times you come across doors, but they're locked, and you have this feeling that trying to use the key that opens doors to this dungeon prooobably shouldn't be used <i>inside</i> the dungeon. But you do eventually spot something ahead... a large chest! Made of dark brown wood, it's one of those that's a simple rectangle below and an arched top. Looks to be made entirely of wood, which is interesting you think as you walk closer to it. You're not sure you've ever seen one that wasn't at least banded in metal. Still, you've found your first treasure chest! Awesome!\n\n<hr>\n[[Let's open it!|AustinDun]]\n\n[[Wait a second...|AustinDun]]

Evan really isn't getting into the spirit of this at all! In fact he's bordering on being a party pooper! Did he think he was going to show up and just look good while doing a bit of mild swinging? His wife was certainly eager enough to be the entire party's cumdump for the evening, but here he is pouting!\n\nClearly something needs to be done! Evan needs-\n\n<hr>\n[[-to spend the night watching.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[-a mouthful of cock.|BuddyOct]]

For answer, you reach out and grab her shoulder, turning her around and bending her over, Kate gasping a little in shock and delight at the sudden dominant treatment. You press the middle of the strip right up against her brown pucker, rubbing it in all around the edges to make sure it's good and adhered, right up to the sides, and then work up and down, the olive-skinned woman squirming some as you make sure that the strip can't possibly be removed.\n\n"The first load of every single man to come through that door tonight is going to be dumped right in your pussy," you murmur to her in your practiced Satan Voice, delighting in how she shivers. "Every load except your husband's, that is," you add with a glance over at the wide-eyed Evan. "Evan will be the only man in this house not to fuck your horny little cunt a single time tonight... the rest will all do it at least once, and as often as they please after."\n\nKate is practically trembling with desire by the time she actually steps into the box and settles herself down into place, her breathing loud inside the confines as you lean in to cuff her wrists and ankles. Then you straighten up and lower the lid, closing it around her and locking it before grabbing the hand-grip and pumping it. Her displayed ass, with its off-limits taped pucker and dripping, glistening pussy, is slowly lifted somewhat and centered as the padding inflates, until it's fitted in taut, lifted and waiting like a disembodied fuckhole.\n\n"Ah, Bud-" Evan catches himself as you turn to look at him. "Um, Satan, can I... can I really not fuck Kate-"\n\n"She's The Fuckbox, until I decide to let her out," you correct evenly.\n\n"... Can I really not... use... the Fuckbox at all?"\n\n"Of course not. I don't want there to be any chance the kid is yours, after all," you answer with a smirk, Evan's face paling as he realizes you have no compunctions about tonight's debauchery carrying forward into the rest of the attendants' lives, if that's what makes for a truly wicked night. "None of the ones attending will know who they're trying to knock up, and Kate certainly won't have any idea who's fucking her. So the only thing that we'll know for certain is that it's not yours."\n\nBefore Evan can protest any further, there's another knock at the door, and you move to answer it. The solo man on your doorstep has gone for 'gimp' attire for the most part, although he's temporarily covered up his leather hotpants and various straps with a long coat, but gone ahead and worn the mask. You recognize him by his eyes, but before he can speak you hold up a finger across your smirking lips. He clearly understands, even if he's a bit puzzled, and steps inside, discarding his coat in the corner. Of course his eyes light up as he spots The Fuckbox, and ignoring you and Evan he quickly crosses over, opening the front of the leather hotpants. Only seconds after his arrival, he's pumping away at the Fuckbox's glistening, dripping pussy, keeping silent as directed while doing so, even as he takes hold of the built-in grips for better balance.\n\nYou look over at Evan's wide eyes and somewhat slack face as he watches the spectacle. Hm, what next...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Humiliate Evan a little further.|BuddyOct4x5]]\n\n[[Order him to the party proper.|BuddyOct4ax1]]

You have a large, awesome house that's fully tricked-out for partying, and it's one of your favorite times of the year for it too. Throwing your own party seems to be the logical thing to do!\n\nAh, but why just buy a bunch of food, toss up some decorations, and invite everyone you know? Nothing wrong with that, but c'mon... you can do better! In fact, you already have a handful of costumes that would suit each of the party ideas you have... and a judicious mix of alcohol and incense purchased through greyishly legal means that you've been guaranteed will help grease the wheels to party guests that will go along with almost anything you have planned. Between that and judicious applications of who to invite, you can guarantee a night that will keep you in warm memories when you're old and wrinkled.\n\n[[Tuxedo & Rose|BuddyOctPlaceholder]] - Otherwise known as 'The Bachelor'. You and however many women you can get to come, and if they have one, leave their male partner at home. You as the only man at a party of possibly dozens of women... an impressive feat, if you can pull it off. But you think you're up to the challenge, if that's what you decide to do.\n\n[[Satan|BuddyOct4x2]] - You've got a fantastic outfit of the devil himself, perfect for hosting a BDSM-themed party... well, maybe not even "party" so much as "night of raunchy, sweat-drenched leather sex". You know enough people into the scene that they can get other people together and make a great night of it, with yourself as the Alpha Dom.\n\n[[Roman Emperor|BuddyOctPlaceholder]] - This would be no mere sex party, but a night of <i>spectacle</i>. All the most wicked, perverted, lewd things your mind could dream up, acted out in front of as large a crowd as you can manage to put together. A stage of pure debauchery, with yourself ruling over it.\n\n[[Caveman|BuddyOctPlaceholder]] - A whole "paleo-themed" party... tons of (rare) meat, lots of loud drum music, and of course no modern social moores to hold you back from fucking who you want whenever you want.\n\nOf course, on the other hand, there's nothing that says you <i>have</i> to throw a debauchery party. There are several completely innocent and non-pervy options that could make for a great party, too!\n\n[[Starfleet Captain|BuddyOctPlaceholder]] - You know a lot of kinky people. Most of those kinky people are also huge nerds. But you can always put the focus on the nerdery instead of the kink. A night of sci-fi movies on a huge screen, themed food, drawings for movie props. You could also arrange a special twist to make the night even better!\n\n[[Spider-Man|BuddyOctPlaceholder]] - Well, you're starting to get older, and your circle of acquaintances ranges from their early twenties all the way to their early forties... it wouldn't hurt to have a party that people could bring their kids to. Sure, it might not be as cool or raunchy as even the nerd party, but hey, it's something good to do for everyone.

"Why, Kate of course!" you announce, grinning wickedly to show off your fangs. \n\n"Oh." Again, Kate doesn't seem entirely sure whether she's thrilled or terrified by the idea. And yet with barely any hesitation she's stepping forward. "As my lord Satan commands! And I guess I won't be needing these," she adds, reaching to start pulling on the ties of her bikini bottom.\n\nEvan several times opens his mouth as if to protest, but seems somewhere between flummoxed and mesmerized as Kate pulls away the shiny red material to reveal her smooth-waxed pussy and perfect ass. As she turns and starts to swing a leg up and into The Box, you give a 'tch' to stop her. "Not yet, not yet."\n\nYou reach over to a nearby table to pick up a shiny black strip, and peel the white side off of it, revealing it to be covered with costume adhesive. "The sign does say 'hole', after all. They'll only be fucking one."\n\n"O-oh." Kate blushes even more red. "Which... of my holes are you going to cover?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Her ass.|BuddyOct4x4]]\n\n[[Her pussy.|BuddyOct]]

The BDSM party, you decide, is just way too fun to pass up. However, to keep it from getting boring or lame, and in keeping with the theme, you decide it's going to have to be a once-in-a-lifetime BDSM party. One with a truly Hellish theme, full of pushed limits, corruption, and true wickedness. And so, as you begin crafting the invitations, you lay down a few rules for attending the party. Firstly, attendance is consent, period; there will be no safewords, everyone is simply expected not to damage anyone else. Second, what Satan decrees is law... as long as you're at the party, they must obey you, subs and doms alike. Third, everyone who shows up must come in and stay for at least an hour, leaving earlier than that will incur a "financial penalty" that will go towards paying for the next party. This puts the party firmly in the far end of the hard spectrum, you're aware, and you know you're taking a risk by setting the bar so high. It would be horribly embarrassing if no one decided to turn up, or if people became so offended by the very concept that they stopped talking to you.\n\nYou're actually rather surprised when you almost immediately start getting positive RSVPs. You'd expected people to at least need awhile to think it over, but instead people are almost immediately asking if they can bring <i>guests</i>. Apparently the scene in town had gotten a little stale and tame, and everyone having a one-night rough-around-the-edges Halloween fuckfest is just what they were looking for. It sounds like you're going to have a Hell of a Hell-party, and with that in mind you turn your attention to completely tricking out the house. All the furniture is replaced with black leather (albeit cheap stuff that you can basically afford to shove in a garage somewhere and never use again after it gets stained), making sure that everything is good sizes for people to be bent over, laid out on, and so on. And of course the bondage equipment is necessary, the X-frames, the cages, chains hanging from the ceiling, even some more elaborate getups like collections of bars, padded rests, and cuffs designed to hold someone perfectly face-down ass-up for extended periods. You hang cloth drapes over all the walls and set up projectors that will cast flickering red and orange light over them so that when the lights are out, with the addition of the various faux-torches and faux-braziers added to the area should provide plenty of light to see by while still creating a nice dim, fiery ambiance. To cap it all off, you commission a metal sign for the door:\n\n'Abandon shame all ye who enter here\nFor your soul belongs to Satan\nAnd your body as well\nThere is no safety tonight'\n\nSatisfied, as the afternoon of Halloween wears on, you set out the sign and then go to get changed.\n\nApplying the costume takes some work, which is why you've started a few hours early. You basically had to learn to do makeup applications, and as well as temporarily dying your hair black, you attach a pair of impressive black goatlike horns to your forehead and put in a comfy, no-worry set of fangs and some bright yellow contacts. After that comes the crimson body paint... the extremely expensive stuff, guaranteed not to smudge, smear, sweat, or run, and completely non-toxic, so no need to fear about it getting in your eyes (or someone's mouth or insides, for that matter). You apply it from basically the hips up, of course coating even your cock and balls with the stuff, and having to do some pretty impressive maneuvers and checks in the mirror to make sure you've gotten everything behind you. Then you pull on the shaggy pair of leggings and tug them firmly into place. The bottom of them end in hooves, with built-in supports that make it relatively easy and comfortable to move around in them. While you plan to spend most of the evening going full rock out with your cock out, you do add a simple flap-style black loincloth just to start the evening with. Some black press-on claws, and your costume is complete.\n\nShortly after sundown, there's the quick knock right on the plate of the metal sign that was agreed as the signal for someone invited. You open the door to find Kate and Evan on your doorstep. A married couple, Kate is pretty and olive-skinned with thick raven hair and bright almond eyes, and with a slender but very nice build, and Evan's not much different, albeit pale and brown-haired with blue eyes. Both have dressed for a night in Hell, albeit not quite so elaborately as you... Evan's got on a bandanna with horns sticking out from the front, leather pants, and some vaguely Satanic designs drawn on his chest and arms, while Kate is wearing a more standard devil-horns headband, but a very nice red latex bikini and almost hip-high black boots, and a red devil tail apparently stuck to her tailbone with costume adhesive (you're almost surprised she didn't go ahead and do a plug, since she's being daring enough to stand on the porch in that bikini).\n\n"Welcome to Hell, my fellow damned souls," you boom, and give a practiced evil laugh, before smirking and saying more normally, "Hey Kate, hey Evan, c'mon in."\n\n"Wow, you've <i>really</i> gone all out," Kate says enthusiastically, not bothering to be subtle about eyeing you hungrily even with Evan standing right there as the two of them walk in and you close the door behind her.\n\n"Yeah, this place looks great, man," Evan says enthusiastically as he looks around, then notices what's right next to the door in the entryway. "Hm? What's this?"\n\n'This' is what you've taken to thinking of as The Box. It is, certainly, a box, and not exactly a new concept in BDSM. The inside has a few restraints to keep someone in place, but that's mostly done by forcing them to fold themselves into the box itself. A padded hole on one side is just the perfect shape (especially once the padding is inflated) to let the occupant's ass hang out. Your own twist is the sign on the top, done much in the style of the one on the door:\n\n'Satan's first command: When The Box is occupied, all men must fuck this hole for entry.'\n\n"Oh my," Kate murmurs, eyes flashing a little in a mixture of trepidation and arousal. "That's quite a first command."\n\n"Mm, besides displaying just how hardcore this party is, by making someone stay in the box and get fucked by every guy that comes in at least once, it sets the tone," you explain evenly, patting one edge of The Box. "And takes the initial edge off, too. Lets people settle in and get some post-nut clarity heading into the party proper."\n\n"So who's going in that thing, anyway?" Evan asks, seeming more curious than anything.\n\n<hr>\n[[Kate.|BuddyOct4x3]]\n\n[[Evan.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[Eh, somebody.|BuddyOct]]

Maybe the trouble all started when your parents decided on your name. Oh sure, a powerful, manly name in Welsh and Arthurian mythology, but try explaining that to a class of teasing kids that all start calling you "Gwyn Stacy". It didn't help that your eyes are a shade of blue that in most lights looks purple, not exactly the manliest color either. Your fine, soft black hair also seems to settle into a feminine look no matter what you do with it; one year you even got a buzzcut in desperation, but while you finally banished the girliness that got you teased you yourself hated how you looked so much that you never did it again. Your body seemed determined to be slender and your bone structure to be pretty, not much you could do about either of those since it seemed to stay the same no matter how much you exercised or ate. In the first part of your senior year of high school, you even tried to go a little 'punk' by getting your ear pierced multiple times and wearing some edgy clothes and spiking your hair... ... and wound up looking like a slightly butch flat-chested goth chick. So finally you gave up, and for the last half of the year didn't do anything with your hair and just wore what seemed comfortable and not ugly. You're mostly wearing the earrings out of habit now too. And so the start of your first semester of college begins with you wearing a purple turtleneck sweater and plain black pants, and your hair falling in disarray around your face and neck a bit.\n\nStill, you have at least a little hope, you think as you carry a box into your dorm room. A plain thing, not very big but thankfully not too cramped, with twin beds against either wall and a combination minifridge/microwave/nightstand between them, and desks built into the walls at the foot of each bed and closets beyond those. At a glance it looks like your roommate is probably already here... there are sheets and a blanket on his bed, a laptop sitting on the desk, and the closet is closed. No sign of him, though. You shrug a little and pull open the box, rummaging around for the first clothes to put away. Well, whoever he is, you're not going to let him tease you or push you around, you decide, frowning just a little as you pull out some of your shirts and set them beside the box. If you can't make your looks more manly, you'll be tougher and harder to rattle emotionally from now on, no one's going to treat you like the weak little kid anymore.\n\n"Ah, hey there!"\n\nAt the sudden call from the doorway you almost jump, but quickly try to control your flustered surprise as you glance up, unconsciously brushing some loose hair behind your ear. "..."\n\n<img src="images/Gwyn.jpg">\n\nThe person you see in the doorway instantly annoys you. Though he's got green eyes, you're the jealous one, since he pulls off the easy, confident masculinity you've never been able to manage. Broad-ish shoulders, good muscle tone, strong jaw, rakishly cut dark hair. His long-sleeved shirt is pushed up some to show off his forearms, and fits just enough to show off his body while being loose enough to seem casual. He's not some super muscle guy by far, but in a way that's worse... the gap between the two of you seems so small and yet so deep the way it is.\n\n<img src="images/Allen.jpg">\n\n"Hey, you must be Gwyn. My name is Allen, I got here yesterday. Need any help with anything...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to be an Alpha Male.|Gwyn]]\n\n[[Try to be super friendly.|Gwyn]]\n\n[[Try to be normal for godsakes oh my god Gwyn.|Gwyn1x1]]

Your name's Jack and you're pretty damn good with a keyboard. Good enough that rather than just working for other people, you managed to write several highly useful utility programs that people actually want to pay for. Between those, updates, writing new things occasionally, and and some smart investing, you've been able to avoid being chained down to a desk and stayed independent. Well, as far as career goes.\n\nYou'd say you're a pretty decent-looking guy. Not too stand-out, though you've kept in shape, (mostly) avoiding going full "dad bod" even if you don't have the same muscle tone you did when you were younger. You have short, dark brown hair, blue eyes, and have a tendency to let a bit of scruffy growth of beard grow out before trimming it or shaving.\n\nYou did sort of wind up getting married and having a kid right out of college, pretty much. What can you say? You were in a rush in those days. The marriage thing didn't stick, but obviously the kid did, and you've wound up bringing them up yourself. You think you've done a pretty fair job bringing up your-\n\n<hr>\n[[-daughter.|JackGirlStart]]\n\n[[-son.|JackBoyStart]]

You spend Christmas Eve watching a pair of Christmas classics... <i>Die Hard</i> and <i>Scrooge</i>, your preferred version of <i>A Christmas Carol</i>. You do your best to schedule it so that <i>Scrooge</i> wraps up shortly before midnight... that way you figure you can technically be in bed properly on Christmas Eve. Yawning as you turn the TV and player off, you head for the stairs, turning off the room lights and letting everything be bathed instead in the gentle glow of the tree.\n\nYou get changed for bed and brush your teeth, already starting to feel the light pressure of sleepiness closing in around you, and are passing back through the hall in a brief check to make sure the lights are off when you hear\n\n<i>krsh</i>\n\n'... "Krsh"?' You blink. That sounded like something breaking. Something small maybe. ... Did something fall over downstairs? It can't be a breakin, could it? A glance at the wall panel for your security system shows all green.\n\n<hr>\n[[Eh, must've been nothing.|BuddyDec1x2]]\n\n[[Better go check.|BuddyAngel1x1]]

*<b>Main:</b> Jamie and Maya can look at the magic book section on [[magic creatures and where to find them|QOMaya1x1]]. (All the book's current sections are now open.)\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie has a new job he can find over the break (at the start).\n*<b>Main:</b> Plushified Jamie can have Maya give him to her [[super-annoying friend|QOVex5x2]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can suggest the unofficial book club [[try doing something they read about|QOSchool3x2]].

<i>I mean, I appreciate the offer, Marius, but now that I've kinda... y'know, broken the ice, so to speak...</i> you reply. <i>I was sort of thinking of looking for something more long-term.</i>\n\n<i>Ah, you mean now that you've lost your V card to a hot girl, you're ready to find some other hot girl to date,</i> Marius sends back, making you blush in embarrassment. Yeah, put that way it doesn't sound too good does it? Still, he doesn't seem bothered, and instead texts, <i>But I'm guessing you wouldn't mind if she was still very... straightforward... on sexual matters, hm?<i>\n\n</i>I mean... that'd be pretty cool, I guess,</i> you admit in your reply text.\n\n<i>Tell you what, I'd still like to help you, so why don't I set you up on a bit of a blind date? I know a girl who's interested in dating seriously, but still... well, let's just say she likes to move fast and leave it like that. I think you two will get along.</i>\n\n<i>Okay, well, sure,</i> you answer, since you can't really think of a polite excuse for turning him down considering that he's offering you exactly what you said you wanted.\n\n<i>Great! I'll text you the details soon.</i>\n\nSo... yeah. It definitely feels weird to be getting set up by a guy that basically... uh... talked a girl into fucking you in public. ... You decide that you're going to believe that Marius is just that charming. But surely he couldn't talk a girl into having a relationship if she didn't want to, so... yeah, if you're actually going to try dating a girl seriously there's really nothing to worry about, right?\n\nThe next morning you get a text from Marius again. <i>So I have set you up a nice little early afternoon coffee shop date with Jennifer. She'll be the girl in the cream-colored sweater and jeans. You've got this, my dude! 👍</i> Along with the address and name of the place as well as the time.\n\nYou guess that's a vote of confidence? At least that's how you try to take it, rather than letting your suspicions of something weird going on creep back in. You spend a little while fretting over how to dress, but you're a college student and you're basically limited to what you already have, due to the timeframe. Besides, he said it was a coffee shop date, dressing normal is probably okay. So you pick out one of your normal shirts (albeit one of the nicer ones) and some slacks and head out in time to be a little early.\n\nIt's definitely one of those slightly pretentious sorts of coffee shops that proliferate around universities, though at the moment it's fairly empty... well, the university isn't that far from Deviville proper, probably a lot of students go home on the weekends after all. That does, however, make it fairly easy to spot Jennifer, sitting in one of those almost cubical leather chairs that look fashionable and aren't particularly comfortable unless you're one of those people that's just comfortable anywhere... which she seems to be, lounging and reading a book with a cup of coffee in front of her. The sweater she's wearing comes down over her hips, but hugs up against fairly large breasts, and her legs look nice in the jeans. You're focusing a bit on her body because, as you approach and she slips her reading glasses off to give you a smile, it's sort of weird... she looks a little like you.\n\n<img src="images/Jennifer.jpg">\n\n"Hi, you must be Gwyn," she says, smiling. Her dark hair is cut to about the same length yours is, just styled far more femininely (obviously). Her eyes are a different shade of purple, and her face has a slightly rounder shape, but there's definitely a resemblance. If she's caught off guard by it at all, she doesn't show it, just giving you a sunny smile. \n\n"Ah, yeah, that's me, you must be Jennifer." You're not entirely sure of date etiquette for something like this, having barely been on any before, so you settle for sitting down across from her. "It's nice to meet you."\n\n"It's nice to meet you too. Marius has told me... well, not a <i>lot</i> about you since apparently he hasn't known you that long," she says in an amused tone, making you blush a little. "But he did tell me you were very good-looking and seemed nice, and both of those are true so far."\n\n"Th-thanks. You're gorgeous too." Then your blush intensifies. "Er... was that a little much?"\n\nHer eyes dance playfully. "No, I'd say that was about right. Why don't you get something to drink yourself and we'll talk?"\n\n"Sounds good." You give her a grin and get up, heading to the counter. You decide on black coffee mostly because you got used to drinking it that way during one of your attempts to butch up, and partly because it basically looked like that was what she was drinking so it's probably good here. Besides, it gets you back to the date more quickly. Settling in across from her, you say, "So, what are you reading?"\n\n"Mmn... mmf... mmm!"\n\nYou moan lowly, shivering as you struggle to believe the date has gone <i>this</i> well. It's only about an hour and a half later, but you've gone with Jennifer back to her place, which turned out to be a <i>very</i> nice apartment near campus, where she removed her clothes and revealed herself to be wearing a <i>very</i> nice set of lacey purple underwear. And where she is now currently on her knees at the side of her bed, sucking your cock very enthusiastically while looking up at your face. Panting, you stroke a hand over her hair, turned on as much by the underwear's signal that she clearly intended to fuck you from the start as anything else, though the physical pleasure is certainly intense. She's obviously no new hand at it either, repeatedly bringing you to the verge and then slipping her mouth off your prick to duck down, spending awhile licking and sucking on your balls to let you cool down a little. Part of your brain insists all the little pleasured moans she's making as if she were getting off on sucking your dick must be an act, but the rest is just enjoying it.\n\nFinally she leans up, smiling sweetly at you even as she wraps a hand around your shaft and jerks you to completion all over her tits and that pretty purple bra, seeming to revel in your moans as you paint her skin and the satin with your load. She stands up, giggling a little as she briefly poses for you, showing you the fruits of your labor as it were, before reaching back to undo the bra, letting it drop away and reveal her full breasts and puffy dark pink nipples completely. She slips out of the panties as well, but before you have the chance to transition from mourning at the loss of the gorgeous lingerie to joy at the sight of her equally gorgeous naked body, she nudges you onto your back and slips up onto the bed, straddling your face. 'Well this is definitely different than last time,' you think, grinning before putting your mouth and tongue to better use, dragging it over her smooth lower lips and slipping it inside, trying to follow the intensity of her moans to figure out the best way to make her buck and wriggle on your face.\n\nAs you're eating her out, Jennifer leans back, gently and lightly giving your cock the occasional tug or stroke, making sure you're gotten fully hard again and stay that way, her littl urgings and constant stimulation certainly helping you to put some enthusiasm into your own oral ministrations. Not long after she bucks her hips hard and lets out a delighted squeal, she suddenly swings off of you, leaving you with a damp lower face and a smug feeling in your heart. You shiver a little as, after a reach into the nightstand, she moves to slide a bright green condom down over your cock, sheathing you in the almost glow-in-the-dark material before laying back, giving you a sweet little look even as she spreads her legs shamelessly. Shivering a little, you turn and move on top of her, indulging yourself in ducking your head down and spending a few minutes licking and sucking at those absolutely gorgeous breasts before slipping into position and pushing inside her. Jennifer moans happily, wrapping her arms and legs around you and urging you to start thrusting.\n\nThere's definitely a weird and yet somehow erotic thrill to seeing someone that even vaguely resembles you writhing and bucking underneath you in passion... you wonder if that's part of why she was so eager to hook up with you, too. Either way you lean down to kiss her passionately, the two of you's tongues twining together as you couple, your slender body working and rubbing against her sleekly curved one as you fuck her, balls slapping steadily against her skin as your latex-sheathed shaft pumps into her sodden cunt. You can already feel her quivering and squeezing eagerly around you as you spill your second load into the reservoir of the colorful condom, your hips giving a few more reflexive hard bucks as you do.\n\nAnd thus begins your very satisfying relationship with Jennifer.\n\nBasically it's pretty much all you could ask for in a relationship. You get along, have similar interests, enjoy going out together or staying in together, and you have a lot of fantastic sex. Like, a lot. You wouldn't say that Jennifer is a freak, not by a long shot... really it stays at about the level as that first time, with her insisting you use a condom every time, but the passion and enthusiasm is all there so you don't really need to think about a lot more. It doesn't exactly hurt that her family is moderately wealthy and she's able to pay for you to go out and do a lot of fun things, though you do more and more feel like she's calling the shots in the relationship. You try not to let your old issues about trying to be extremely masculine to offset your appearance rise up again... after all, Jenn doesn't seem to mind at all, so why should you?\n\nThat's the last thought on your mind as you drift off to sleep beside her in bed one night. As you sleep, you have a dream... specifically, you dream that you rise from the bed, almost zombie-like, and wander out into the apartment naked... and then right out the front door, knocking woodenly on the door across the hall. This definitely must be a dream, because Marius opens the door and grins at you, patting you on the head and beckoning you to come in. There are some other people there, and some weird sci-fi-like machine with a bunch of flashing lights and colors and then there's a big bright light and you find yourself blinking awake in bed.\n\n'Huh. That's weird,' you think a little hazily, pushing yourself up, having felt a sort of uncomfortable squashy feeling from laying on your front... then realizing there's a sense of heaviness and motion underneath you. Blinking, you look down... then stare at the sight of a pair of tits hanging down off your chest. Yelping, you scramble backwards, winding up sitting leaned back on your hands with your legs splayed. Your boobs aren't so big that you can't see past them down to your crotch... which is definitely an "innie" now. There's no sign of your cock or balls, just a smooth-lipped, somehow familiar-looking pussy. You stare down at yourself for a long moment, then get up and hurry to the mirror, looking in it, and feeling a distinctly creepy sensation as Jennifer stares back out of it at you.\n\n... No, no wait. You do still look a bit different, just tiny bits here and there, and your ear is still pierced multiple times where hers are pristine. But the resemblance has definitely gotten much, much stronger now that you've... you've... ... you've changed into a woman?!\n\n"Gwyn!" you hear from the other side of the bedroom door, your head whipping towards it. "Breakfast is almost ready! C'mon, we don't want to be late for our first classes!"\n\nYou stare at the door, then down at yourself. You pinch your arm, wincing a little at the definitely real sensation. ... Then, just to check, you pinch one of your nipples. Yeep! ... Yup those are real too. This is not a dream, you have to do something!\n\n<hr>\n[[Go out and tell Jenn what happened.|Gwyn]]\n\n[[Try to act like everything's normal.|Gwyn]]\n\n[[Run out before she sees you.|Gwyn]]

"I mean... maybe a little revenge," you say a little hesitantly, unable to help smiling a bit all the same.\n\nMarius laughs. "Good, good, of course! Just you wait, Gwyn, you're going to enjoy this!"\n\n"Ah... about the payment..."\n\n"It's fine, it's fine. I want to see how you handle this first before I decide on the payment," he assures you.\n\nSoon the two of you are making your way into Saya's building. Marius approaches the door and, rather than knock, just grasps the knob, a faint click sound heard before he even turns it. "Must have left it unlocked," he comments breezily as he just opens the door and strolls in, you behind him.\n\nSaya straightens up and whips around from where she'd been busy stretching on a rolled-out mat in front of some windows. She's wearing pink and purple workout gear consisting of a sports bra and very snug yoga pants. "Who are you?! What are you doing in my-" Her jaw drops a little at the sight of you. "You?! How dare you! This time I won't let you get off with just caging your dick, I'll cut it right the fu-"\n\nAs you're wincing and drawing back some, Marius just holds up a hand as if to call a halt. "Calm down, please."\n\n"Yes, of course," Saya responds, immediately losing all hint of ire, her shoulders even relaxing and her whole stance becoming more placid. "Sorry about that," she adds in a rather airy tone, \n\n"Not at all. Now come here," Marius says in a commanding tone, pointing directly in front of himself.\n\n"I'd be happy to," Saya answers with a slight smile, strolling on over to stand exactly where indicated without a moment's hesitation. You're left almost gawking at her. That... that can't be just charisma, can it? Do Saya's eyes look a little glazed over? You watch as Marius raises his hand and cups her jaw, lightly brushing his thumb back and forth over her cheek. That slightly disconnected smile stays on her face even as her eyes further glaze over, going entirely glassy and empty for a few moments, before slowly returning to normal.\n\nMarius lowers his hand, chuckling. "Now, Saya, isn't there something you want to say to Gwyn here?"\n\nThe purple-haired woman blinks a few times, before she turns to you... and tears well up in her eyes. Sobbing, she flings herself to the floor at your feet, bowing until her head touches the hardwood. "Oh, Master, I'm so, so sorry! Please, forgive me! I can't believe I did that to you, Master, I'm sorry!"\n\n"Uh... it's... okay?" Now almost utterly in shock, you glance at the smirking Marius, then down at Saya. "Um, maybe go get the key and unlock this thing, though?"\n\nHer head whips up and she nods eagerly. "Yes, of course, Master! Right away!" She leaps to her feet and runs over towards a cabinet to yank open one of the drawers.\n\n"Uh, what's happened?" you ask Marius.\n\n"Go on and reveal the cage, Gwyn, and I'll explain." He replies with a chuckle. Since he doesn't seem to be interested in looking away, it's with some embarrassment that you undo your pants and push them and your underwear down around your knees to reveal the chastity device with its little heart-shaped lock. As you do, Marius unblinkingly watching all the while, he says, "Simple fact of the matter is, I'm psychic. I went rooting around in Saya's head and made a few alterations... I didn't actually change her personality in general, just her feelings towards you. All her feelings of superiority and dominance and desire to possess became feelings of inferiority and submission and desire to be possessed, at least as far as you're concerned."\n\nYour jaw goes slack. That... can't be real! And yet Saya is hurrying back over to you, kneeling down on both knees in front of you to slip the key into the lock and unfasten the cage, making you sigh in relief as your cock and balls are freed. "I'm so, so sorry, Master, I can't believe I did that to you," she whimpers, looking up at you tearfully again. This complete and utter change... you guess it's hard to explain any other way.\n\n"Well, you have her now, Gwyn," Marius notes while you're still standing there dumbfounded and looking down at the woman that previously called you 'worm' as she instead rubs at your hips and bites her lip in desperate hope you'll tell her you forgive her. "What do you plan to do with her?"\n\n"She'll... she'll really do whatever I say?" you ask.\n\n"Whatever you say. She apparently became rather fixated on you quite quickly... the intensity of her desire to dominate you and craft you into what she wanted has resulted in what you see. She'll do whatever you say, and be utterly happy to do so, no matter what it is. So, again, what <i>are</i> you going to do?"\n\n<hr>\n[[You're going to punish your new slave.|GwynSaya]]\n\n[[You're going to enjoy your new girlfriend.|GwynSaya]]\n\n[[You're going to pump and dump.|GwynSaya]]\n\n[[You're going to walk away.|GwynSaya]]

"When I inherited this hotel, I inherited everything that goes with it," you say in the most reasonable tone you can manage. "And that includes you three."\n\n"You... inherited us," the trio murmur back in near-sync.\n\n"That's right, which means that you're my possessions. I own you. And possessions don't disobey their master, do they?"\n\n"Possessions... obey... master."\n\n"So no matter what I command you to do, you'll do it from now on, won't you?"\n\n"We'll... obey... master."\n\nYou're not sure whether you find their synced-up droning disturbing or kind of arousing. Either way you repeat the order a few more times, just making sure they understand that their obedience needs to be absolute and that they're your possessions, not your tenants. 'How's it feel to be owned by a "barbarian", huh?' you think smugly as you look at Nanako's blank face.\n\n... Hm, wait, that's right. Will she even realize the change in her behavior if you do what Shirou said and make them forget being programmed? To be honest, humiliating them at least a little after the way they treated you just for being pragmatic about the hotel was a big reason you did this, it'd almost be a shame if they just took to it naturally. But then, what would happen if you didn't? ... You're torn between taking the safe route and being curious.\n\n<hr>\n[[Have them forget being programmed.|AustinJP1x1]]\n\n[[Have them remember.|Austin7x2]]

"Alright girls, here's the deal. When I turn off the screen, you're going to remember everything... you're going to realize you fell into a trance, and that I then gave you orders to obey me and be my property. This will in no way change the fact that you're forced to obey me absolutely. You are forbidden to try and communicate this to anyone in any way or inform them of your situation. You are also forbidden to communicate anything negative about me whatsoever. You are forbidden to run away or try and hide from me, you will always return home promptly after school and stay here until it's time to leave again, unless you've asked for and obtained my permission to go somewhere else, where you'll also promptly return from when you're done. You are forbidden from trying to harm me, expose me, or in any way cause anything negative to happen to me."\n\nYou wait until they've echoed back the commands, then grin and hit the power button on the remote, turning off the TV. All three girls abruptly blink, their eyes gradually clearing, before their expressions start to become unique again, Shizue going wide-eyed and putting her hands over her mouth, Motoko's jaw dropping, and Nanako's face twisting in fury as she leaps to her feet.\n\n"Y-you bastard! You think you can just get away with this?! I'll gut you and then feed you your-!"\n\nBefore she can get too far into describing her violent fantasy of reprisal that she can't carry out anyway, you interrupt her with an order.\n\n<hr>\n[["Shut up."|AustinJP]]\n\n[["Sit, girl."|AustinJP]]\n\n[["Cum."|Austin7x3]]

There's just a moment of shock on Nanako's face as you say the word before her eyes roll up just slightly, her angry words cutting off in a low moan as her hips buck and twitch, writhing lightly in place as her nipples abruptly stiffen beneath her shirt. It only lasts for a few seconds before she refocuses her eyes on you, stammering out a "W-what?"\n\n"Do it again." As Nanako's letting out a squeak and twitching in place where she stands, you glance back and forth at Motoko and Shizue. "Both of you cum too."\n\nShizue's eyes widen just before they roll slightly, her hands pressing more tightly against her mouth as she tries to muffle her moan. Motoko, on the other hand, seems to give in the moment the orgasm hits her, her lips curling up in a grin and tongue actually lolling out a little, back arching to jut her tits out and hips grinding against the couch.\n\nOnce all of them are panting and staring at you with slightly glassy eyes, their faces flushed and foreheads dotted with sweat, you look back and forth over all three of them. "I take it this demonstration of how thoroughly the hypnosis took has made my point? Now, I'd like to hear all of you say it. What are you?"\n\n"Your... property," Nanako almost snarls out between gritted teeth.\n\n"I... I'm... I'm your property," Shizue almost whispers, her hands now in her lap, eyes downcast and shoulders shaking.\n\n"Hhhha... hhhha... I'm your property," Motoko says, still panting softly. ... Hm, might just be your imagination, but of the three she definitely sounds the least upset about the idea... maybe even a little excited?\n\nHm, now what to do?\n\n<hr>\n[[Fuck one of them.|AustinJP]]\n\n[[Fuck all of them.|AustinJP]]\n\n[[Send them to bed.|Austin]]

Your roommate seems the obvious choice. It's not like you're super close but you think of him as a friend, and besides, isn't he in the science department? Maybe he knows how to pick locks! ... You're not sure how that tracks, but you're desperate.\n\nYou hurry back to your room, Allen glancing up distractedly from his computer. "Hey, man, how was-" Noticing your obvious agitation, he frowns and stands up, his tone turning serious. "Gwyn, what is it, are you okay?"\n\n"I... y-yeah, sort of, I..." You swallow hard, squirming in place. "So. Um. The date kind of went to a... b-bad place, and-"\n\n"Oh my God you killed her?!"\n\n"NO!" you blurt, eyes widening. "Why would you think that?!"\n\n"Oh. Well, it's just, you definitely don't seem like the type," Allen confesses, rubbing the back of his head. "And that's what they always say, 'he didn't seem like the type, always quiet and kept to himself'..."\n\nHearing you fit the profile of a serial killer is really not brightening your night. (Although you admit that there were a few times during the drive back that you considered ways to dispose of Saya's body.) Rubbing your face with both hands, you sigh and explain. "No... look, the guy who set me up said she liked to be in charge, but I guess I got a big head and <i>I</i> tried to take charge and apparently it pissed her off so she led me on and got me back to her place and... and she..." Hanging your head in shame, you undo your pants and pull them and your underwear down. You can see Allen visibly start and step back as you start to do so, before he goes still as the little pink cage is revealed.\n\n"... Huh." Allen just stares at it, rubbing the back of his head. "Uh, yeah, that's... the lock doesn't look too tough, though, should be able to-"\n\n"It's titanium," you mutter.\n\n"Oh. Oh yeah, that would be a problem." He shifts to rubbing his chin. "Even at that size that makes things tough."\n\n"Do you... I mean, you're like, a mechanical engineer or something, right? You can get this off of me?" you plead, looking up at him hopefully.\n\n"Er, maybe. I mean I've got some tools and stuff, <i>maybe</i> I could cut through the lock? Or we could talk to some of the other guys in the science building... Marius could maybe even talk to Saya and get her to give you the key, he's really good with people. Or Gavin, maybe, he's good with, ah, unorthodox solutions, he might have a better idea of how to get that thing off than I would."\n\n<hr>\n[[Have Allen do it.|GwynSaya]]\n\n[[Ask Marius for help.|GwynSaya2x3]]\n\n[[Ask Gavin for help.|GwynSaya]]

You only met him fairly briefly at the introductory party after your arrival, but Marius did seem to be pretty charming. If Allen thinks he has the connections to get this fixed, then you'll trust his judgement. "Okay, let's get Marius's help, I wanna get this thing off!"\n\n"I think the earliest we'll be able to see him is tomorrow morning," Allen admits. "Are you gonna be okay with that thing on overnight?"\n\nSaya did say it was designed for longterm wear without damage, you recall, so with a heavy sigh you nod. "Yeah. I guess. I doubt I'll get much sleep, though." \n\nAnd you don't, tossing and turning fitfully throughout the night, constantly aware of the slight pressure all around your cock and balls entrapping them in that damned pink metal cage. So it's with bags under your eyes and heavy shoulders that you go with Allen to the Science SSC building to meet with Marius in a private-ish corner of the lobby.\n\n"Mm, I'd heard of the girl in question, though I was unaware she'd taken things quite <i>that</i> far," Marius muses as he lounges in a chair, perfect eyebrows raising. "How... interesting, a girl that dominant and certain of her own superiority," he murmurs, his eyes flashing in a way not altogether unlike some of the looks you saw from Saya last night. "I'd definitely be interested to meet her. And yes, I do think we can probably resolve your situation as well, Gwyn. Why don't you and I take a drive over to see Saya and I'll see about convincing her to give you your freedom, and apologize while she's at it."\n\nYou're not certain his confidence is warranted, but it is very comforting, so you nod eagerly and follow him outside to his extremely nice luxury car. Trying not to squirm as the exquisite leather seats still somehow manage to nudge at and remind you of the cock cage you're wearing, you welcome the distraction as Marius speaks up again.\n\n"So, Gwyn, tell me, what is your goal here?"\n\n"Huh? I mean... to get this stupid thing off of me, of course."\n\n"And after that?"\n\n"Stay as far away from this crazy bitch as possible," you mutter.\n\nMarius chuckles, nodding. "Well, that would be sensible. But are you sure you'd be fine with just that? You don't want, perhaps... revenge?"\n\nYou blink. "Revenge? I mean... I guess I wouldn't... necessarily mind it, considering all she did to me just for ordering for her at a restaurant," you admit, shrugging. "But wouldn't that be more likely to get me in trouble?"\n\n"Not necessarily. Trust me, Gwyn, just as you're trusting me to handle this situation. I could give you the most sublime revenge possible... of course, I'd want a little something in return, something of equal value to the revenge you took, but it might seem a small price in the end, yes?" He glances at you and winks cheerfully. "Of course, it's your decision, whether you just want quit of that device, or if you want to pay Saya back in kind for what she was going to do to you."\n\n<hr>\n[[You just want the cage gone.|GwynSaya]]\n\n[[You want revenge.|GwynSaya2x4]]

Dana's standoffishness made her something of a minor local celebrity...\n\n... but what about an actual celebrity? \n\nHm. Obviously you could probably do something like fly to Hollywood and just wandering into a big event, but that feels somehow cheap. ... Also it would involve hanging around with a lot of Hollywood types that you are absolutely <i>not</i> interested in. \n\nIdeally you'd like to meet up with someone hot and famous but largely unapproachable just by complete coincidence, and without having to leave Deviville. Slightly spoiled? Maybe, but definitely not intending malice, so you're hoping your blessing would take care of it.\n\nOver the next few days, you try to focus positive thoughts on it, and be open to paying attention to any dropped hints or opportunities. And while a lot of good things happen, there's not much sign of that particular wish being fulfilled...\n\n... until!\n\n"Hey, Buddy, did you hear that there's a film crew in town?" Cody asks you one day as you're having a beer together.\n\nInstantly you perk up. "No, a film crew? What are they filming?"\n\n"Not sure, apparently they're being really careful about keeping everything quiet and everyone away, so it's probably some big franchise thing where they don't want spoilers leaking."\n\nOho. It looks like your opportunity for meeting up with someone famous and hot may be presenting itself! You'll have to keep an even more keen eye out for opportunities that the universe might present to you.\n\nAnd indeed, that very night you find yourself feeling restless and having trouble sleeping. You spend several hours unable to focus on anything else before the sudden thought pops into your head, 'I should go to the gym.' Which is odd, normally if you had that thought you'd just use your own equipment or go for a run or something, but you feel an urge to go to the actual 24/7 gym you're a member of. So, well, you go. Putting on some shorts and a tanktop and some sneakers, you head off to the gym, wondering if this is going to be one of those other lucky things or the fulfillment of your most recent desire.\n\nIt doesn't take long for which it is to become obvious. When you walk in, there's no one even bothering to man the desk, they've put out the 'Press button for assistance' sign. As you head further into the gym, it's almost entirely silent, save for the light clink of someone using one of the machines. Following the sound, you soon spot someone who's just stepped off a piece of equipment, and is slightly bent over catching her breath. She's wearing a tight white and black workout top that hugs and supports full breasts, but more importantly is wearing very tight workout pants that hug every curve and line of her absolutely and utterly perfect ass, dipping into the cleft of it and showing it off almost as much as if she were naked, save that it hugs her crotch to turn it into a nice, smooth curve. She looks over her shoulder at you, black ponytail and her chest-length forelocks swaying, amber eyes sheepish but smile pleasant as she says, "Oh, hey, didn't think anyone else would be here."\n\n<img src="images/SandraLaine.jpg">\n\nYou are absolutely looking at Sandra Laine, AKA Jenna Grace AKA Dark Web, star and major character of the Glory Comics films... and widely agreed to be the actress with <i>the</i> best ass in all of Hollywood, Bollywood, or any other movie-producing organization. Like, the rest of her body is also absolutely gorgeous, with the persistent and widely-unbelieved rumor that every bit of it is natural and the product of her own hard work, but her ass is practically as much of a sub-celebrity to her as David Bowie and The Area™. And here she is, unself-consciously showing it off to you in the middle of the night in a gym, with absolutely no one else around.\n\n<hr>\n[[Chat her up.|BudBless]]\n\n[[Fuck her.|BudBless]]

'I appreciate it but I think I'll pass' you text back, sighing. 'seriously thanks but I just don't feel comfortable doing that stuff'\n\nThere's no reply for awhile, and you're afraid you might have offended Liam. But eventually the phone blips again, the text reading 'nah man it's cool you gotta do what's right for you and all'\n\nYou're a bit surprised, though, when a few minutes later your phone blips at you again, and you find another text for him. 'there's another couple girls I could try and set you up with'\n\nYou can't help but snort a little as you type back 'for a dude that looks like he could burst into literal flames any second you sure do go on a lot of dates with girls ;)'\n\n'you'd be surprised how many girls this look does it for dude :D'\n'I think they take it as a challenge or something :thinking:'\n'makes them feel accomplished like they overcame a barrier maybe?'\n'but yeah I actually never went out with these two I just met them when I was hanging out with other people and wound up collecting their numbers yanno'\n\n'how come you never went out?' you ask, managing to not add some form of "What's wrong with them" since that would just be rude. \n\n'I dunno it was weird I had this feeling that I could only think of as being like what a fly feels when its lured into a fly trap by gorgeous pheremones yanno?'\n'like I'm sure its fine dude they seemed perfectly okay and I haven't heard anything bad about them it was probably just anxiety or something'\n'anyway here's Helena'\n\n<img src="images/Helena.jpg">\n\nYour eyes immediately go to her chest. How could they not? Not only is it huge, but she's displaying it with a low-cut top that leaves her shoulders and arms bare, and her cleavage is glistening lightly with sweat. It actually takes you a moment to tear your eyes away to take in the pretty brown hair in an over-the-shoulder braid, the very pretty (and sexily flushed) face, and the restaurant behind her. 'that's photoshopped' is all you can think to send back.\n\n'nah dude s2g they're really that big'\n'they're real too I could tell by how they moved'\n'the sushi restaurant's AC broke down and I think every guy there but me almost passed out seeing her get all flushed and sweaty and a few of the girls and only one was a lesbian'\n'anyway aside from the chest she was super friendly and outgoing and she'd probably be real easy for you to talk to so as long as you don't stare at her chest all night and come off as a creep I bet you'd be fine'\n\n'thanks for the vote of confidence' you send back. Thinking on the chests of the girls he's shown you so far, you add 'so what sort of titty monster is the fourth girl?'\n\n'lol!'\n'no sort Hera is pretty modest in that department'\n'don't have a picture tho'\n\n'how come?' you ask, curious since he had pictures of all the other girls.\n\n'I dunno I thought I had a few of her but I guess she likes to reverse photobomb or something cause she's not in any'\n'she's a hot goth girl though and she seemed like a lot of fun I bet you two would have a super time'\n'help you go a little wild and get out of your shell'\n'I still message them both sometimes so I should be able to set you up just tell me who'\n\n<hr>\n[[Pick Helena.|Gwyn]]\n\n[[Pick Hera.|GwynVamp1x1]]\n\n[[Pass.|Gwyn]]

"Well, I just don't know," you hedge, rubbing the back of your neck. Put like that, it's a little difficult to come up with a really good argument against it.\n\n"I dunno, I just want you to be happy, Dad," he says with a shrug, before turning around and escaping back upstairs.\n\nA-aw. That's super sweet that he's worried about you. Meddlesome as hell and presumptive as fuck, but super sweet. ... Sigh. He's kind of right though. Admittedly maybe you've been putting off trying to get back into the dating scene because of how things went badly with your ex, and possibly using needing to focus on Jackie and your career as an excuse.\n\nSoooo yeah. Maybe it really is time you got back on the horse. ... Okay, maybe not think of it that way for various reasons. Ahem. Got back into the dating scene, or something. So speaking of which, how do you, uh, do that? You met your ex at a school event when you were both young, so you've never really had to actively pursue dating. Truth be told, it's not that you're out of practice at seeking out dates, you've never had any practice to get rusty. Part of you kind of wants to take the opportunity to blame yet another problem on your ex but you're not quite that petty.\n\nSo back to the issue at hand. You need to figure out how to get a date. So like... well, there are apps for that now, right? ... Actually you worked on programming a local one of those, so yes you know perfectly well there are apps, in fact you're pretty sure you have an untouched account on there that you could just log into and finally set up. Still, you're not sure about that one... being that you worked on a dating app, you heard a lot of dating app horror stories in the process. Maybe you should try something more traditional, like going to a bar, or getting set up by your friends or family. Or you could just start going to more events, you guess... you're usually a little bit of a homebody, maybe just getting out in the world more would lead to dates, or at least some more socialization.\n\n... Or you guess you could "cheat" and do what worked last time: going to school. You could start taking classes, or even go back to university. Admittedly most of the women you'd meet at university would probably be younger than you, but not <i>all</i> of them. (And part of you can't help but be rather unbothered by that idea. You know what part it is, too, and you're trying not to let him influence you unduly.) And, y'know, even if you didn't wind up finding a relationship, you'd still be refining your skills and learning stuff, so yay?\n\n<hr>\n[[Use the app.|JackBoy]]\n\n[[Get set up.|JackBoy]]\n\n[[Go to a bar.|JackBoy]]\n\n[[Just start getting out more.|JackBoy]]\n\n[[Go back to school.|JackBoy]]

"Bud, I know you're worried about me being lonely or whatever, but I'm okay, yeah?" you say, trying to sound more gentle than aggravated and giving him a smile. \n\nJackie looks dubious at that, eyeing you in a blatantly 'pull the other one' way. "C'mon, Dad, you're telling me you're <i>really</i> okay with just being single forever? I mean, it's been a long time since you and mom split, and it's not like she's stayed single."\n\n<hr>\n[["Well..."|JackBoy3x2]]\n\n[["I'm just focusing on you."|JackBoy4x1]]\n\n[["There's something I should probably tell you."|JackBoy]]\n\n[["Wait what was that about your mother?"|JackBoy]]

Luckily, awhile back you got your substitute teacher certification just in case. (It was way easier than you expected it to be when you decided to do it.) All it takes is the others arranging for one of the teachers to go on a little "extended vacation" (literally they have her win a cruise around the world, these guys are actually really good at hacking for being so culturally clueless) and a few other nudges, and you're slated to start on Monday.\n\nYou spend the intervening time studying the instruction manual for your new powers, getting to know your new coworkers a bit, and plotting the subjugation of humanity in the name of your smol queen. Just, y'know, as a sort of idle background thing. Hey, you're a Dark Great King now (shut up, dog twins), you guess it just sort of comes with the territory.\n\nOn Monday you make your way to the school, and to class. The students here range from fourteen to eighteen, and the uniform consists of a skirt and sportcoat of a rather unremarkable shade of blue (and largely untitillating cut) and a white blouse... they're also supposed to wear a tie or scarf and there's some regulations about what's appropriate for socks/tights and shoes, but those seem to be the most ignored parts of the dress code, you note as you pass through the halls.\n\nYou arrive at class, noting that all your students seem to be seated, and set your bag down at the desk. "Alright, class, Ms. Whitcomb will be away for awhile, so until she returns I'll be your substitute teacher, Mr. Miller," you announce, writing it on the whiteboard. Hm, no snickers, must be too young for the potential references. "Now, I'm going to take a few minutes to go over the lesson plan, you all can have that time as a free period as long as you keep quiet."\n\nOf course whispers and murmurs immediately start up, but eh, let them think they're getting away with it, for now. You sit down and make a show of going over the book left by the actual teacher, but really you're considering your options. Your powers as a Dark Great King are actually pretty varied, but the way you see it there's three you should find really useful for this particular operation... Dark Authority, Dark Creation, and Dark Charisma. (Yeah, there's really a theme to this whole Shadow Planet stuff, huh?) Dark Authority means that you can project an aura of strength and dominance... helped along by the fact that you are in fact an authority figure at the moment, you should be able to order the girls around, even if it's some pretty audacious things. Dark Creation is what allows you to make... summon... coalesce... ... look you do the thing and then there's a monster, y'know? And Dark Charisma, well, that's the thing that makes everyone think you're all charming and attractive.\n\n... Wait, you actually are attractive now. But averagely attractive. Plainly attractive. ... Why.\n\nOkay let's not get distracted again. Okay, so, three different powers, lots of different ways to use them, so let's see, which one to start with?\n\n<hr>\n[[Dark Authority.|DarkMike1x5]]\n\n[[Dark Creation.|DarkMike2x1]]\n\n[[Dark Charisma.|DarkMike]]

You have several plans using your authority to get away with some outrageous shit and thereby look for clues as to which of these girls might be in the Magi-Cheer Five. You're fairly certain that at least one of them, if not more, is in this homeroom class... just because if this is all going to plot, as it seems to be, the undercover enemy always winds up in class with at least one of the heroes, it wouldn't be very exciting if it was a different class entirely.\n\nTo that end, you close the lesson plan book and stand up, all the girls going quiet and focusing on you again. "Alright, everybody, I think that's enough free time. Now, we're going to start with..."\n\n<hr>\n[["... an essay."|DarkMike]]\n\n[["... a dress code review."|DarkMike3x1]]\n\n[["... a bag check."|DarkMike1x6]]

There's a not quite groan from the room, and definitely some anxious looks, but no one actually seems to be protesting or trying to weasel out of it... good, looks like your Dark Authority is working. In fact all of them are raising their schoolbags to set them on the desk, undoing the zippers and fasteners to open them. You see a few make little starts of movement as if they were going to try and hide something, before their hands slink back into their laps... hey, bonus, they actually feel compelled to properly adhere to the check.\n\nYou start to move around the room, opening bags and taking a glance through them. Since they're school bags, the girls have the typical school supplies as well as some other things, including extra clothes for after gym in some cases... some very cute panties here, you try not to be too smug about noticing. (Ah, it's great to be a servant of evil and not have to worry about enjoying the immoral little things.) In your course of searching, you turn up some various things that are both banned by the school and illegal... bluetooth earpieces and speakers, obvious porn ("romance") novels, a few dime bags. Since it's not what you're looking for, you pretend not to notice each time, moving on and leaving the girls looking deeply relieved.\n\nAfter checking about six other students, you arrive at the desk of a girl named Jane Shooter, a cute blonde with her hair pulled into a ponytail at the side, fastened with a green scrunchie, and wearing a green scarf. When you search through her bag, you fairly quickly find a slightly curved and molded green stick slightly longer than her hand would be, made of something that's not quite metal and not quite plastic and has a little green and yellow pom-pom attached at the top. ... Yeah, this is completely obviously a magical girl transformation device. You notice that Jane seems really nervous for someone who's to all appearances perfectly in line with all the rules, too. Oh yeah she's definitely Cheer Green.\n\nNow the question is, what to do about it?\n\n<hr>\n[[Pretend not to notice it.|DarkMike]]\n\n[[Ask her what it is.|DarkMike]]\n\n[[Steal it.|DarkMike]]\n\n[[Frame her.|DarkMike]]

Yeah, screw it, may as well admit that this is what it's come to. "Yeah, okay, sure. My name's Jessie. Please help," you admit with a heavy sigh.\n\n"Excellent! Our pact is sealed!" Baz declares happily, thrusting out his hand. You take it and shake... feels pretty normal? Maybe actually a little cool? And kinda slightly smooth, like there's a makeup feeling or something?\n\nAnyway, you're distracted again as Baz turns, glancing towards the far end of the street. "Ah! I believe the female to whom you earlier attempted to proposition is once more approaching this position! Do not worry, friend, I shall speak to her on your behalf this time and perfectly communicate your desires, such that she will become compliant!"\n\n<hr>\n[[... Yeah. Sure.|Jess2x1]]\n\n[[Wait wait wait wait.|Jess]]

This job is getting weirder by the second, but if your apparently very young new boss has a thing for roleplay with her employees, you'll do your best to play along, as advised. "Agamemnon did his best to warn me, so I'm just barely managing to survive the fright, your majesty!" you reply in what you hope is an enthusiastic tone.\n\n"Eh?! Really?!" 'Diabolic Catastrophe' squeals, clutching her hands beneath her chin, eyes sparkling, before she quickly clears her throat and shifts to a thoughtful pose, one hand on her hip and the other clutching her chin, eyes closed. "Kukuku, well done, perhaps you're made of strong enough stuff after all. You will join my Dark Great Kings, and help lead us to victory over the obstacle standing in the way of our rightful takeover of this troublesome shutter of a planet!"\n\n"Ah, right... your majesty, I was told I'm here to help solve a dispute, but-"\n\n"It's those DARNED magical girls!" the girl instantly shrieks, stamping one bare foot as her tail stands out behind her and her wings stretch out. (Wait... are those things real? Before you can start to wonder, she's busy continuing her rant.) "Always, always, <i>always</i> popping up to stop us! No matter what our plan is they show up without fail! It's ridiculous! But now you... kukukuku..." She raises a hand to her face, winking one eye closed and staring at you through two fingers with the other. "You will be the one to rid me of this frustration!"\n\n"... Wait, me?" You point at yourself, then clear your throat. "I mean, I'm just a lowly mortal, and-"\n\n"I put forth to the Queen that perhaps what was required was a local's perspective, since none of us from the Shadow Planet have been able to properly address the issue," Agamemnon says, having moved to stand beside the throne and turned to face you again. "While she was originally enamored of the idea of simply grabbing one at random, she eventually realized her own wisdom in accepting my suggestion of a slightly more targeted approach."\n\n"For you see, I am a genius!" the girl who is clearly an idiot declares, putting her hands on her hips and puffing out her chest, nostrils flaring as she grins smugly.\n\n<hr>\n[[You're not fighting any magical girls, you're going home.|DarkMike]]\n\n[[... Yeah okay a job's a job.|DarkMike1x2]]

It's slowly starting to sink in that all of this is for real. Well, it helps that all the 'Dark Great Kings' suddenly sprout big black-feathered wings from their backs as they do some sort of salute to the posing little queen. But. "So this comes with dental, right?"\n\n"Of course! Gilgamesh, show him!" Diabolic Catastrophe cries, dramatically swinging and pointing at the blonde ponytailed woman (you think) over to her left, who immediately lifts their lips in a rictus of a grin. Wow, you've never seen someone's teeth do the little 'sparkle flash' thing in real life before. "And full optical, you only have to pay for the cost of transition lenses if you get them!" Agamemnon adjusts his own glasses a bit on cue, also causing a twinkle. Wow.\n\n"Sign me up, then, I guess I'll take care of these magical girls for you," you agree with a simple nod. Because hey, look, loyalty to the human race is one thing, full dental and optical is another.\n\n"Kukuku, of course! And nooooow..." She raises her hands above your head, and you can't help but start a bit as roiling, almost liquid darkness congeals around them, swirling about like smoke. "ARISE, MY NEW DARK GREAT KING!" With that, the slip of a girl flings her hands towards you, sending the darkness rushing towards you like water from a firehose.\n\nIt hits like it, too, albeit without any sense of getting wet. In fact other than the simple impact that lifts you off your feet and knocks you to the ground on your back, you don't know that it feels like <i>anything</i>. There's a sort of weird, tingly numbness all over your body, like your whole self was a limb that had fallen asleep and now had blood rushing back to it... although it does make you aware you're feeling some extra parts you didn't have before. You just lay there, trying to process, blinking at the ceiling, until Diabolic Catastrophe and her lackeys all lean over into your field of view, apparently staring down at you.\n\n"He is the most <i>averagely</i> pretty man I have ever seen," Gilgamesh comments, pursing her lips. "Like, how is he even doing that, being beautiful and completely non-noteworthy at the same time?"\n\n"Forget that, look at his wings," the caramel-skinned man with elegantly coifed auburn hair that you figure has to be Ozymandias says. "What color are his feathers?"\n\n"Feather-colored," the androgynous twins with rumpled black hair declare immediately and in perfect sync. \n\n"He's not very impressive," the queen says in a bland tone, expression going [redacted]. "Does he really warrant being a 'Great King'? He looks more like a John, or a Rudolf, or an FDR."\n\n"That last one was in fact quite evil, my lady, but I fear you're venturing towards alienating readers for a variety of reasons."\n\n"Psh, they should have seen the original joke," Diabolic Catastrophe scoffs as she turns to the side and folds her arms, the other Dark Great Kings also straightening up as Agamemnon finally offers you a hand and helps you to your feet.\n\n"His appearance could be deliberate, my lady," Agamemnon offers, even as Gilgamesh proffers you what looks like a makeup mirror so you can take a look at yourself. ... Huh, you look exactly like you, but also pretty. But since you still look exactly like you, you're... yeah okay no wonder everyone was confused. Now you are too. "To allow him to more easily pass unnoticed should his efforts require it."\n\n"Oh, fine fine fine, I'll give him a good name then." Huffing, the queen turns to face you, looks you up and down, then points dramatically at you as she declares, "I dub thee the Dark Great King <img src="images/nobbu.png" alt="Nobunaga (but it's got a Japanese flag in the background and is written in brush strokes, it is extremely Japanese, painfully so)">"\n\n"Er..." You blink. "You said that super Japanese-y just now."\n\n"I don't even know what you mean! Ah, it's time for this week's Babylonia ep!" the queen suddenly yelps, turning and scurrying off out of the room.\n\nYou stare at her, then look at Agamemnon and point at yourself. "Am I gonna get accused of cultural appropriation?"\n\n"Depends on how you vote, but let's not dwell on such issues and instead assume that you'll prefer 'Mike' still when not in her majesty's presence, yes?"\n\n"Yeaaaah that seems best," you mutter as Agamemnon pats you on the back, then leads you over towards what seems to be some sort of 'war room' area set up to one side of the throne room. "So, what, have you guys been attacking just one town in particular and the same group of magical girls keeps popping up to stop you, and you never think about going somewhere else?"\n\n"Oh no, we've tried to establish footholds in a number of major cities, but we always run into the same problem of magical girls... sometimes it's the same ones in another city, but there seem to be a rather large number of them as well."\n\nYou look at the big floating stone globe with little glowy parts over portions of it, and floating crystals that show images of different costumed girls. After a moment of consideration, you say, "Ah, y'know, maybe this is a little late to the party, considering, but why exactly are we trying to conquer Earth anyway?"\n\n"Mm, well, the Shadow planet exists in an exact copy of Earth's orbit, just further out, meaning that the Earth constantly blocks all sunlight that would come to us and keeps us in constant darkness, and-"\n\n"Wait, wait sorry... wouldn't we have noticed a planet like that?"\n\n"Of course not, it's in shadow."\n\n"... I don't know anything about astronomy and I still think that's bullshit, but since I don't know enough to say why, I'm just gonna ask you to continue."\n\n"Quite. Anyway, the official reason is that we who are born and thrive in darkness harbor a deep resentment for Earth who has stolen the sun from us, and so we must cast the world out of its orbit to take our proper place as the true sun-bathed planet."\n\n"... Buuuut if you thrive in darkness it doesn't sound like you really need the sun."\n\n"Correct."\n\n"... Soooo it's more like rich idiots and Everest, right?" you ask, tilting your head and looking at the globe again.\n\n"'Because it's there' is an adequate explanation, yes, although I'd ask you to be more careful about phrasing things like that even if you are now a Dark Great King." Agamemnon gestures at one of the crystals and has it float over to hover above his palm, displaying the image within to you. "These are the magical girls that have most recently vexed our dark majesty, 'Magi-Cheer Five'. They are relatively nearby to the location where we recruited you, so they would certainly be a good starting point to proving yourself."\n\nYou consider the handful of teenage girls (all older-looking and more on the leggy and stacked side than Diabolic Catastrophe, so you can imagine one of the things that vexes her) in cheerleader-style outfits that show a lot of skin and are in bright crayola-esque colors. "So what exactly do I do about them? I mean, does the queen have something specific in mind, or?"\n\n"No, as long as they cease to be an obstacle I don't imagine our most adorable and svelte highness particularly cares whether they're captured, turned, or eliminated outright. You have a fairly broad mandate here, and we other Dark Great Kings will help you as you request. Now, what would you say the starting point of your plan is?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Find their secret identities.|DarkMike1x3]]\n\n[[Overwhelm them.|DarkMike]]\n\n[[Just go around them.|DarkMike]]

"I think the biggest first step would be finding their secret identities," you muse aloud, looking at the image in the crystal.\n\n"Secret... identities?" Agamemnon echoes, expression rather blank. "I don't follow."\n\n"... Wow maybe you should watch some cartoons with the queen. Uh, yeah, it's generally assumed that magical girls are normal teenage girls with normal lives who transform into the superpowered versions when they're alerted to danger."\n\n"Hm! How novel, it's already been worthwhile recruiting you just for this bit of information, Mike." Agamemnon cups his chin as he looks at the image with you. "Should we not simply be able to use this image of them to compare to girls on the street?"\n\n"Nah, for one that'd take too long, for another it's always assumed there's some sort of magic or something protecting their identities if they're not wearing masks, to explain why their friends and family don't recognize them," you answer, waving a hand. You may have gone through a phase when you were about fifteen. "But anyway... hm, can this whole setup also display other things?"\n\n"Yes. Gilgamesh, Romulus and Remus, Ozymandius, let's work the controls and display the information Mike asks for."\n\nYou wait for your new coworkers to take their positions around the pedestal the globe is floating over. "Okay, show me all the places in the city you've had runins with Magi-Cheer Five." After a second, a glowing map of the city projects from the surface of the globe to in front of you, showing an enraged Diabolic Catastrophe's face as an apparent marker for all the incidents. "Okay, the majority are in this area, so let's narrow the focus to this portion of the city." Once the display has zoomed in, you continue with, "Yeah, highlight the high schools in the area. These two here and here, which are they?"\n\n"Heron High School and Thornhill Girls' Charter School," Gilgamesh responds after a moment.\n\n"Hmmmm. Any more information about them?" you ask.\n\nAfter a few seconds of 'typing' on the surface of the stone in front of him, Agamemnon replies, "Heron High School has an average graduating class of seventy-five out of roughly 500 enrolled seniors and a total student body of approximately 2000. Thornhill Girls' Charter does not have anything below a C- student and roughly 600 students total."\n\n"Yeah, it's the girls' school. Magical girls like that aren't gonna come from a failing public school where they'd be completely lost in a crowd of impending dropouts, it's not very elegant, y'know? They'd definitely be from someplace with uniforms and where their 'bad at homework' members were still not setting too bad an example for the viewers. ... Look, don't look at me like that, you asked for an outside perspective, didn't you?" The other five eventually look back to their stations, and you clear your throat. "Okay, so all or most of them probably go to Thornhill Girls', and from the distribution of where they were bumped into... let's cross-check with speed of start of whatever we were doing to when we encountered the Magi-Cheers... yeah, okay, pretty good chance this arcade here and this mall here are the spots they hang out at most when they're off. We might be able to narrow it down a little to where some of them live by going into it even more, but that's probably a lot of effort for less chance of reward now that we've figured out their school and hangouts."\n\n"So what is your next step?"\n\n"Simple." You grin a bit. "I'll get a second job."\n\nAgamemnon looks at you with an empty expression for a moment, before comprehension appears on his face like an instagram filter. "Ah. You mean a job at one of the locations in question, allowing you to surveil the teenage girls there in hopes of discovering the true identities of the Magi-Cheer Five."\n\n"Right. If I can spend a lot of time at those places, I should be able to figure out ways to... well..." You frown a little. "I mean I have a few ideas but I'm not actually sure how many of them I can do. I mean, do I have any powers now that I'm a Dark Great King?"\n\n"Nobu-" "-naga," Romulus and Remus prompt, both snickering in unison.\n\nYou roll your eyes and resist the urge to stick your tongue out at them (they look like they're barely nineteen or so), and instead continue. "It's not like I was handed an instruction book, you know."\n\n"Ah, my apologies, in all the excitement I forgot to do that," Agamemnon speaks up, drawing a book about the size of a pocket bible out from inside his jacket and passing it to you.\n\n"... 'Being a Dark Great King Instruction Manual'. Well. Okay then," you mutter, flipping through the pages.\n\n"So which 'second job' are you going to take, anyway?" Gilgamesh asks, turning to lean her hip on the pedestal.\n\n<hr>\n[[Teacher.|DarkMike1x4]]\n\n[[Maintenance tech.|DarkMike]]\n\n[[Security guard.|DarkMike]]

"Um... thanks for the... the offer, I guess, but... I don't really think I could," you murmur, still blushing brightly.\n\n"Hey, it's totally understandable, if you don't wanna you don't wanna." Liam's cheerful manner seems utterly undaunted. "Still, nothing says we can't be friendly, right? Let's exchange numbers, maybe sometime soon I'll be able to hook you up with a girl who, y'know... isn't mostly interested in seeing you with another guy," he adds in a gently teasing tone, eyes twinkling.\n\nFor a moment your complex acts up, asserting that you can't be friends with this guy, what will everyone think? But he actually seems nice and you'd really feel like a shit if you turned down a potential new friend just because you're worried about what other people will think of you, so you agree and the two of you input each other's numbers in your phones. After a bit more chatting you go on your way, spending the rest of the night doing some light socializing and heavier sulking over how the night turned out.\n\nOver the rest of the week you settle in, and then classes start and you find yourself easing into a decent routine. College life so far isn't the whirlwind new life you hoped it was, but most of the people in your classes are apparently too busy with their own thing to tease someone else for their appearance. There are a couple of jerks who act like it's still high school and glance at you while snickering and other such things, but they don't seem to have the power to start stuff that they would have had back there. For the first few weeks, college life feels pretty normal... not a ton better than it was for you before, but at least not any worse.\n\nSuch are the thoughts on your mind as your phone blips with its text tone, and you bring it up to see that the text is from Liam. Unlocking the phone and tapping the text notification brings up the interface, and his message reading 'hey great news man! I found you two potential dates!'\n\nGiving the phone a droll look, you type back 'and these dates are girls, right? ;p'\n\n'hahaha duh yeah tho uh yeah there might be a bit of a catch there'\n\nYou rub your face with your free hand. Why are you not surprised? 'a catch like with Maria?'\n\n'not quite as extreme as all that no'\n'listen they are both super cute and nice I think you'd like them both a ton its just they both do kind of have there quirks yeah'\n\nWhy is it every hot woman you meet seems to have 'quirks'? You vaguely recall some saying about 'attractive, single, sane, pick two', though that might be a little extreme in this case. Still, you haven't had even a whiff of a social life outside of being Allen's third wheel at a few little get-togethers since you got here, so maybe you owe it to yourself to at least hear Liam out. 'so you know these girls?' you ask, just to keep the ball rolling while you settle into it.\n\n'yeah I've gone out with them both once each just a casual thing and we stayed friendly after that'\n'okay so check it out this is Fern'\n\n<img src="images/Fern.jpg">\n\nYou look over the photo that seems to have been taken in the food court of a mall nearby. She's definitely cute, with dark brown hair drifting over her shoulders and down her back, with a crown-braid and red ribbon tying it back, greyish eyes, and a pretty face. And the pale pink turtleneck sweater she's wearing shows off a chest that is even more impressive than Maria's, actually staring at her a moment before managing to reply, trying to not sound a bit hooked already. 'her name is Fern?'\n\n'haha yeah dude her parents are total neohippies!'\n'but she's super nice and sweet and stuff and great to hang out with'\n'thing is she's mostly really into guys who crossdress'\n\nYou hang your head. Of course. 'no other way to get a date?'\n\n'I mean you probably could but if you really want to seal the deal you probably need to I mean even if you don't and wind up dating she'd probably ask you to eventually'\n'dude I know you have like a "thing" about looking like a girl but you can dress like a girl and still be all guy she's not gonna ask you to bang another dude like Maria would'\n'I can totally take you shopping for stuff and put together an outfit she'd love and would abso seal the deal even on the first date! <3'\n'anyway if you don't wanna do that I could set you up with Saya instead'\n\n<img src="images/Saya.jpg">\n\nYou eye the next image, apparently taken in class. Saya bears a passing resemblance to Fern, with a vaguely similar hairstyle, though hers is purple (oh right she's Japanese that's totally normal over there isn't it?) and her eyes are a pale bluish-purple as well, behind a pair of pink-rimmed glasses. She's dressed in a low-cut blouse that shows off a chest that looks like it's probably about the same size as Fern's, maybe just a little smaller, and her skirt shows off round hips. She looks sweet... and also a little sultry, leaning forward to 'innocently' show off her cleavage. Imagining her looking at you with the kind, unassuming expression in the photo and it gradually turning into something wicked actually has you getting just a little hard. Still, keeping in mind what Liam said, you text back, 'so what's her deal? do I have to buy a fursuit or something?'\n\n'lol!'\n'nah man nothing like that she likes pretty guys but she's not gonna want you to dress up or do anything weird on the date itself or anything'\n\nThere's a phrase there. 'on the date itself?'\n\n'well I mean she might do stuff like ordering for you or deciding where you go and things'\n'Saya's into being in charge'\n'like really in charge'\n'especially in bed'\n'you dig?'\n\nYou're pretty sure you do. Saya will want to dominate you, basically. So your choices are either a girl who's okay with you being 'the man' as long as you dress like a girl, and a girl who's fine with you dressing like a man as long as she gets to be 'the man'. Geez, it's like some deity is toying with your issues with gender roles for its own perverse pleasure!\n\nStill... maybe you should at least consider it? They are both very cute, and apparently both nice, so... would it be that bad to give a little?\n\n<hr>\n[[Go out with Fern.|GwynFern1x1]]\n\n[[Go out with Saya.|GwynSaya1x1]]\n\n[[Go out with neither.|Gwyn1x6]]

They are... really hot. And you're hoping that if Marius pointed you at them, that means they're not going to purposefully humiliate you. It's a little intimidating approaching girls that are all grouped up (no one wants to face the dreaded "derisive girl group laugh), but you decide to give it a go, walking over towards them.\n\nThere's three that seem to be hanging out together but not actively absorbed in conversation, which means you won't be interrupting them or butting in. They're all wearing some variant on midriff-baring shirts with cute-edgy logos on them, black pleated skirts, and some sort of stockings with chunky boots, as well as the usual dark makeup. You decide to angle towards the one who's most on the outside, therefore most approachable... she's got on a long-sleeved but very short shirt with a darklight-glow crescent moon on the chest, and fishnet thighhighs, her own dark makeup in shades of blue, her black hair pulled back into a ponytail that's also dyed in multiple shades of blue, getting lighter as it goes down to the tip.\n\n"Hi," you try as your brilliant opener, trying to resist the urge to kick yourself after.\n\nLuckily she just smiles at you and replies, "Hi!" herself, before adding, "You new?"\n\n"Ah, yeah, I just got here today, and my roommate invited me." Which seems a safe enough admission, since she apparently knows most of the 'regulars' enough to spot a newbie. "I'm Gwyn," you add, admittedly doing your best to pronounce it slightly different than 'Gwen' as you tend to when you're especially nervous/insecure.\n\n"Hey Gwyn! I'm Luna, this is Cherie," she says, gesturing to the slightly taller girl to one side of her, with shorter hair with red streaks and a generally slightly more 'tough girl' look to her, helped along by the numerous piercings and nose stud, her shirt having a glowing skull on it and her hands covered in fingerless gloves, her stockings having a few rips on them and her boots with a few spikes. "And that's Poppy," she concludes, gesturing to a girl who has numerous colors dyed into her long wavy hair, pink being the most prominent one, her tank-style top that reads 'I WANNA DIE <3' in super-cute sparkly pink glitter text stretched over particularly large chest, and her rather thicc legs sheathed in pink thigh-highs above her rainbow-laced combat boots.\n\n"Heya! Hope you're having fun!" Poppy practically chirps in a practiced Party Voice. Ah, this must be one of those 'perky goths' you've heard about. ... Actually she feels like she should be an example for perky goths everywhere.\n\n"Ah, well, I'm trying to," you admit, still stinging a bit from the thing with Maria earlier.\n\nCherie snorts a bit, apparently picking up on your tone. "Not having much luck talking to girls?" She smirks just a little at the face you make... not in a particularly mean way, but clearly still amused.\n\n"Well you can talk to us!" Luna declares easily enough. "We're just hanging around having fun, so no pressure!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Hang around and have fun.|Gwyn]]\n\n[[Angle for some one-on-one time.|Gwyn7x3]]

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Okay, okay, you need someone who could conceivably help. You need someone that... well, that can keep their head and help you figure out what to do! Off the top of your head, you can think of three obvious choices.\n\nFirst is [[Cody|BuddyOct12x1]]. He's reliable, kind, and thoughtful. Cody's the guy you can always count on to do his absolute best to keep a promise, show up when asked, and try his hardest. He's not the most stand-out sort but he's trustworthy as hell and you could definitely count on him for moral support.\n\nNext is [[Kristov|BuddyOct11x1]]. He's... not reliable, not kind, and definitely not thoughtful, more like temperamental, rude, and boorish. Actually, you're not even sure why you're friends with Kristov, other than that he just sort of seems to always be in your circle of acquaintances. You actually can't pin down exactly why you think he'd make a good choice to call, other than that he's big, and strong, and has a forceful personality, and why does that matter?!\n\nFinally there's [[Ziina|BuddyOct10x2]]. Friendly, generally reliable, but a tad scheming and manipulative. Still, she's got a cool head and from various remarks she's made you know she's seen some weird stuff... and may have connections to weird stuff, too. Of course you guess you could expect that from someone who owns their own porn studio.

You guess if anyone you know has ever heard of anything like this before, Ziina is the most likely, strange as that is to have to figure. Still, you pull up your contact list and scroll to the end to find her, hitting the Call button. You wait anxiously through the rings, and have started trying to mentally compose a not-too-panicked voicemail when there's the click of the line opening.\n\n"Yeah, hi, hello?" Ziina's voice asked, coming out in a rather breathy pant. "Who is this, I'm kinda in the middle of something before I leave the office..."\n\n"Ziina, it's Buddy!"\n\n"Gonna... hafta be a little more specific, I know... mmf, like five guys named-"\n\n"The non-porn-star Buddy!"\n\n"Oh, right, hey Buddy. Say, what's with the voice, are... aahh, are you...?"\n\n"Look, I know it's weird, but I just... need some help, could you come over to my place?"\n\n"Mmf, like... twenty minutes, okay? Nnnnhgottagobye."\n\nYou sigh and shake your head. Then remember to finally tug your costume back into place over your bare breasts. You do wish you had a job that you enjoyed enough to keep doing it when you were off the clock.\n\nA little over twenty minutes later, you hear a car pulling into your drive and rush to the door, arriving and pulling it open just as Ziina's about to knock, making her blink at you. She certainly is a unique individual... she's a little over thirty, tall, with chocolate-colored skin, blue eyes, and straight snowy white hair, falling to either side of her face in front and done up in a long braid in back. She's also wearing a very, very tight tiger-print bodysuit that shows off a body almost as luscious as your current one, albeit more muscular and toned. It has a tail coming off the back of it too, and her heels have little toes molded on the front... apparently she got dressed in her costume before coming over.\n\n"Hey there," she says, half confused and obviously half entranced, blue eyes raking hungrily up and down your body. "I'm here to see Buddy, but seeing you is definitely a good bonus."\n\nYou wince, but beckon her inside, shutting the door after her before whirling to face her, trying to ignore the wobble of your tits and how they threaten to spill out of the skimpy costume. "Ziina, it's me! I'm Buddy!"\n\nShe opens her mouth... closes it. She looks you up and down again, blinks slowly, then looks at your face. "Holy shit, I only saw you two weeks ago, who's your surgeon?"\n\n"No, I don't... I didn't have surgery, or anything!" you splutter, gesturing at yourself. "I bought a costume from someplace, and when I put it on I... became like this!"\n\nYou're waiting for her to say 'That's bullshit', but instead she squints, then sets her purse down before gesturing at you with one tiger-patterned painted fingernail. "Strip out of it, lemme take a look."\n\n"... Is that necessary?" you murmur, folding an arm over your chest and putting a hand over your crotch.\n\n"Hey, if this is a prank I want to see something good out of it. If it's not I need to make sure it's not just some weird bodysuit or something."\n\nYou sigh, but after another moment of hesitation shrug the bands off of your shoulders, letting them fall down to the sides of your legs and bare your breasts. You untie the sash, letting the whole thing drop and leaving you in the tiny G-string, which you skin down, your tits wobbling as you step out of them and undo your leg guards and peel off the tabi socks while you're there. You stand up and a bit huffily pull off the gloves, then hold your hands out to the sides as if to say 'there'.\n\nYou squeak a little, blushing as Ziina moves in close, leaning in to examine around your neck, then brazenly looking over your tits from close up. You shiver a little as she strokes her hands along the underside curve of them and then runs her fingertips down your belly. You make a little protesting sound as she starts to cup your crotch, and she moves to just rub two fingers along the front of it instead. Finally she straightens up and shrugs, her own large tits jiggling with the motion.\n\n"Yeah, I've seen this kinda thing before. If I had to guess, it's probably temporary... likely to wear off at sunrise, a lot of stuff like this does, it's sort of the 'reset button' for weird crap. You're probably fine," she pronounces.\n\n"Y-you really think so?" you ask, sagging a little with relief.\n\n"Tell you what, why don't you come to the party I was going to? It's sure to be an awesome one anyway, and you'll fit right in with that hella sexy body and tiny outfit," Ziina says with a wide grin. Then she rolls her eyes. "Or if you really wanna be a wimp and stay in, I guess I'll keep you company. I've got a couple of my new movies we could watch, they're seasonal." Then her grin turns positively wolfish. "Though there's one other thing we could do."\n\n"Er," you murmur, leaning back just a little.\n\n"I could show you the pleasures of being a woman," she continues, holding her fingers in a V in front of her mouth and giving several flicks of her tongue along them. "C'mon, might be a once-in-a-lifetime chance to see how the other half gets off, probably make you a better lover once you change back."\n\n<hr>\n[[Party.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[Movies.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[Pleasure.|BuddyOct]]

"Since he's making such a cute girl for me, why don't you play with his pretty nipples?" you order teasingly.\n\nSomehow though you're not surprised when Kelly quickly moves forward and starts to do just that, kissing one of her son's stiff nipples and rolling her tongue over it, fingers coming up to gently tweak and toy with the other. Darian gasps loudly, his ass clenching around you some in reaction to the strange new sensation, but from the whimpers he starts giving amidst his moans he's definitely enjoying it.\n\n"Mmm, does that feel good, baby?" Kelly coos without prompting from you, though the utterly sexual take on a loving maternal tone she's speaking with makes your dick throb inside her son's ass. "Does it feel good when Mommy sucks your cute little tits, hm?" She slides her mouth completely over his nipple, actually squeezing his pec gently on the other side, the largely untoned muscle lifting just enough to briefly give it the appearance of a very small breast.\n\n"Y-yes," Darian whimpers, throwing back his head, his hips starting to jerk a bit more amidst the motions you're guiding them in.\n\n"Mmmhmmmm, it feels good when Mommy plays with your titties while you're getting fucked, doesn't it?" The devilish mother smiles, those horns on the headband somehow looking more authentic as she moves over to the so far unlicked nipple, leaving the other glistening with her saliva as she starts licking and kissing. "How do your titties feel, baby?"\n\n"M-my..." Darian groans, and now his hips are definitely moving in a distinctly slutty fashion to meet your own motions and light thrusts, whether he realizes it or not. "My titties feel so good, Mommy!" he whines, something changing faintly in his voice as he says it.\n\n"You want Mommy to play with your titties some more while this big strong man fucks your naughty little pussy?" Kelly urges, now having largely taken over the domination of her own son. She runs a hand up your thigh as she says it, giving your balls a light squeeze as she continues, "As he fucks that naughty, tight little pussy with this big manly prick of his!"\n\n"Yes!" Darian blurts, barely hesitating this time, the word coming out like something had snapped in him as well. "His cock feels so good in my pussy! I want him to fuck my pussy! I love his cock in my pussy, Mommy!"\n\n"I know you do, baby, look how stiff this <i>naughty</i> little clit is," his mother purrs as she wraps her hand around his cock and gives a light squeeze before stroking it. It only takes three strokes before Darian is letting out a particularly feminine cry and shooting his load through the air, ass clenching delightfully around you. But his mother doeesn't stop, continuing to stroke and pump him slowly, cooing in sweeet, wicked tones as she continues teasing his nipples with her mouth, whispering things to him that you can't catch but sound vaguely like 'such a good girl' 'such a naughty girl'.\n\nSoon Darian's cock has gone limp and shows no signs of growing stiff again no matter how much his mother plays with it or toys with it or strokes it... it's like he's accepted that it's a little sissy clit so thoroughly that his body doesn't even think of it as a cock anymore. Your balls slap up against his smaller, smoother ones harder as you start fucking up into him, enjoying his sweet, girly moans, and then his squeal as you thrust up and start emptying yourself into that tight, gripping little hole.\n\n"I'm cumming," Darian whimpers, squirming atop you. "I'm cumming from my pussy, Mommy~! A-aaanh!"\n\n"There's a good girl," Kelly coos, stroking a hand up and down his quivering belly. "That's Mommy's good little slut of a daughter."\n\nAfter a few moments you lift Darian up and off, setting him aside so that he can flop on his back. He lays there, having assumed a distinctly 'thoroughly-fucked girl' pose with an arm bashfully across his face and the other resting on his belly, limp, cum-smeared cock looking particularly small now, especially with his legs spread and ass slightly gaping as it dribbles cum. \n\n<hr>\n[[Now it's Kelly's turn.|BuddyPunk]]\n\n[[Now it's Kelly's turn... to fuck Darian.|BuddyPunk]]\n\n[[Now it's time to wrap up.|BuddyPunk]]

The whole reason you came on this date was to cut loose and live a little. Liam basically said that if you followed Hera's lead you'd probably have fun, so... you grin and nod. "Yeah, I wanna. Lead the way!"\n\nDelight flashing across her face, Hera reaches forward to snag your wrist and takes off down the sidewalk at an almost run, making you scramble a bit at first to keep up with her. She rounds several corners until you're a bit away from the more populated little restaurant area where you were, then stops to glance around before making a beeline towards a short row of motorcycles outside of a buffet chain place. She swings astride one and tosses her head. "C'mon, get on!"\n\n"Um." You hesitate only briefly, before shrugging and climbing on behind her, slipping your arms around her middle. "Are we stealing this motorcycle?"\n\n"Bitch we might be!" she calls back with such obvious cheer that it's clear it's not an insult, her fingers flicking over the control panel a few times before the vehicle thrums to life, Hera giving a whoop of laughter as she backs it up and then zips right out of the parking space, narrowly missing several other cars. You cling to her back a bit more, your heart hammering in your chest... and an excited tingle of adrenaline rushing through your veins.\n\nThe two of you don't actually go far on the motorcycle, simply leaving it outside a park that the two of you go running through, Hera laughing and shrieking like a kid who's slipped their parents and you soon joining in as her infectious free spirit latches onto you. Then it's a brief stop inside a convenience store to load up on a bunch of snacks and, at Hera's insistence, a bunch of porno mags. You're still following her lead but more and more you're just enjoying the wild spirit of it as she shows you how to jimmy open a window at the local junior high, the two of you roaming through the darkened school halls and speaking in whispers full of giggles in the dimness. You have 'dinner' in the principal's office, munching on chips and snack cakes while you and Hera browse through the magazines, her brazen and shameless manner about it encouraging you to loosen up, both of you freely commenting on the models you particularly like and your levels of interest in what they're doing ranging from "that must just be uncomfortable" to "daaaaamn". Eventually the two of you go back out another window, having done nothing more damaging than leaving a mess in the principal's office and hiding the porno mags in various places around the school, snickering all the while.\n\nAnd so it goes, the two of you just roaming the mostly empty parts of the nighttime town raising largely innocent Hell, cutting loose and acting like a couple of kids with fake IDs, which in the end you guess you are, but you've never had so much fun actually feeling that way. It feels like you've been going wild with Hera forever, but it's really just about three hours as the two of you stop in front of a long wall with ornate black iron spikes across the top. Hera glances upwards at the moon, still grinning. "Almost midnight," she says happily, before looking at you again, red eyes twinkling. "So. Ever wanted to hang around in a graveyard at midnight?"\n\nYou blink a bit in surprise, looking to the side, and gradually you recognize the wall. You've driven past the local graveyard enough times to recognize it now that Hera's called it out. You guess the wall is just barely short enough that both of you could get over it with a bit of effort. But is it going too far...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Call it a night.|GwynVamp1axEnd1]]\n\n[[Go inside.|GwynVamp1x3]]

An exciting, extroverted goth girl... hm, maybe Liam's right, maybe that's just what you need to get you out of your shell a bit more. 'I think I'd like to meet Hera' you text back.\n\n'okay sure give me a little while to chat her up and I'll drop her your digits'\n\nYou want to stare at the phone waiting, but that's not exactly a calm, composed thing to do, so you force yourself to set it back on its charger pad and go back to the research you were doing on your computer. It's about twenty minutes later when it blips again. You're a little surprised at the different look of the text, it's almost... gothic? Hera must have paid extra for one of those services that makes your texts look extra fancy.\n\n'Hey there, is this Gwyn?'\n\nOh, she's careful with her typing too. Better step it up a notch. 'Yeah this is Gwyn, is this Hera?'\n\n'That's me! Liam said you were looking for a date. Just so happens I'm bored and free this Friday night. You up for it?'\n\nShe's direct, too! But not in a completely overwhelming way, which you find comforting. You start a reply, and pause. Still, gotta try and be at least a little take charge, right? If nothing else just to show you're actually engaging. 'Absolutely. I know a great pizza place near the campus.'\n\n'Not really into pizza. There's a great bar I know of with fantastic burgers, I'll send you the address. See you there at 9:00?'\n\nThat makes you blink for two reasons. First off, if it's a bar, you might be in trouble. ... But it's okay if it's just a restaurant that has a bar in it, right? Plus you don't want to seem lame for worrying to her about being underage. Also isn't nine a little late for a dinner date, even if you are both college students? ... Well, Liam said she was a goth, you guess she must be a night person. 'Yeah that sounds good' you text back.\n\n'Alright, Friday at nine, see you then!'\n\nYou let out a rush of breath. Okay, great, you have a date! ... Switching back to Liam's text window, you type, 'hey can you get me a fake ID before Friday?'\n\n'why would you even ask me something like that?'\n'of course I can'\n\nThe day, or rather the night of your date rolls around, and you stand waiting near the bar with a brand new ID proclaiming you to be twenty-three in your wallet, still warm from the laminating machine (or so it seemed when Liam passed it to you while wishing you good luck). You agonized a little over what to wear... should you go goth for a date with a goth? Ultimately you decided that not only did you not have enough of that sort of clothing, your attempt might come off as condescending or something, so you just went a little ways, picking out a loose black long-sleeved shirt and black jeans, and wearing some slightly spikier earrings than usual.\n\n"Hello~," comes a coo almost directly behind you. It's close enough to make you jump some and whirl around, your heart beating. Standing there is a very pale girl with very dark hair falling down her back. She's tall and slender, with on-the-large-side-of-B-cup breasts and sleek hips. She's wearing very similar earrings to your own, and doesn't seem to have gone too heavy on the black makeup, though you admit the almost glowing red contacts are quite the touch. Her wolfish grin also shows off sharp canines... are those implants? She's wearing a black tanktop with a white skull emblem, and an off-the-shoulder duster-hoodie, the hem of which comes almost to her ankles. She's got on a black short skirt and netting stockings, along with tall lace-up black boots. "Heh, I do always like to start off a date by getting the other party's heart racing," she declares.\n\n"R-right," you murmur, trying to smile rather than be discomfited. Maybe you see what Liam meant about that dangerous feeling. "You, ah... you definitely have to be Hera, right?"\n\n"Yup!" She does a quick finger-guns at you, red eyes almost literally sparkling. "Liam showed me a picture of you, but you're even cuter in person."\n\nWhen did Liam even <i>take</i> a picture of you?! Does he just spend all his spare time working on hooking up his friends and acquaintances? Strangling a sigh, you instead clear your throat. "Ah, so, you wanna go inside?" you ask, gesturing a few doors down to the bar.\n\n"Hmmm. We cooooould," Hera muses, brushing back her jacket to rest her hands on her hips, showing off black-painted nails. "Or! We could say 'screw the plan' and just run off into the night doing whatever." Her pale face seems to light up at the very prospect. "You wanna?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Oh hell why not?|GwynVamp1x2]]\n\n[[But... burgers...|GwynVamp]]

You take a deep breath and force yourself to calm down, closing your eyes until your heartrate slows and you don't feel so flushed and lightheaded. You open your eyes, but do your best to avoid looking at the treasure as you lower the lid and press the carpet back into place, smoothing it out as best you're able.\n\nYou're just taking a glance at some of the sculptures when the door opens and Liam walks back in. "Sorry about that, luckily like I said it didn't take too long."\n\n"It's no big." Still feeling a bit overwhelmed from the strange reaction you had and rather nervous about what exactly the hidden treasure means, you decide to excuse yourself. "I better head out though, let's talk again later instead," you say as you head for the door.\n\nAs you pass Liam, you hear him sniff slightly. As you're opening the door, you're surprised by just how fast his arm shoots out and slams it closed again, holding it firmly in place as he stares at you. "... So. You saw it, hm?"\n\n"... Um." Which is all you can really think to say. After a second you nod a bit sheepishly, then open your mouth to point out that he told you to snoop, before just closing it and giving another small nod.\n\n"Mm. Must be something special about you, the vast majority of people would have shied away from even noticing that the carpet was off." His eyes narrow at you, and you're surprised at just how intimidating that pretty, feminine face of his can be. After a moment though he sighs, releasing his hold on the door and walking over, turning around to flump down, sitting on the side of the bed. "Okay. Let's talk about what you want."\n\n"Er, I mean-"\n\n"No, listen. It's important that no one hears about what you saw. It'd be really disruptive to my whole life here. So in exchange for your promise to keep quiet, I'll give you something good, how's that?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Sounds like a deal.|GwynLiam]]\n\n[[You'd never tell anyway.|GwynLiam5x2]]\n\n[[No, you have to tell!|GwynLiam]]

"I..." You swallow hard, then step forward, nervously reaching out a hand to touch his cheek. "I think I do. I mean... maybe even now I realize I've never actually, really been in love with someone, but... I think I'm in love with you, yes."\n\nLiam closes his eyes, bringing a hand up to rest over yours and leaning his cheek against it. You're surprised to see a tear slip down his face, glittering far more brightly and with more colors than anything you've seen. "I'm so glad," he says softly. "I'm so glad," he repeats again after a moment, opening his eyes and smiling brightly at you. Then he laughs softly again. "But there's something you're still uncertain about, huh?"\n\n"I, um," you shift your shoulders. "Well it's a lot to take in, so..."\n\n"Gwyn, I don't mind it if you tell me that you wish I was a girl instead," he says in an amused tone, eyes glittering again. "For dragons it's more of a personal preference thing, and my preference isn't particularly strong. I like looking on the feminine side, but other than that my physical sex isn't a big deal. Just tell me what you'd prefer. If you still prefer women, I'll be a woman for you. I'll be whatever you want."\n\n<hr>\n[[You'd rather he be a girl.|GwynLiam]]\n\n[[You'd rather he stay a boy.|GwynLiam]]\n\n[[You'd rather he be whatever he wants.|GwynLiam]]

"... So what now?"\n\n"Hmmm?" Hera asks as she hops up to sit on the edge of the stone coffin on 'her' side of the tomb.\n\n"I mean, what happens now? Am I your slave for the rest of eternity or what?"\n\n"Well that tends to make for pretty poor company. Unless, y'know, you're into that sort of thing." Hera waggles her eyebrows and kicks her feet a little. "But what happens <i>next</i> is that you decide what happens."\n\n"I do?"\n\n"This isn't about having someone to do my dishes or something, you know, I liked you and I wanted to keep you around, which means keeping a good relationship with you. So basically now, you decide if you want to go home to yourself, back to your dorm room, and figure out your new life as a vampire by yourself... I mean I'll still be around if you have questions but it means you'll have to seek me out... or if you want to come home with me."\n\n"... with you..."\n\n"I've got a pretty nice place!" she chirps, smiling brightly. "Investing in stocks and earning interest isn't as easy as you'd think on the whole 'being immortal' front but I still have my methods. Besides that way I can teach you hands-on and help you out and we can keep having fun together! But, it's your choice," she adds, shrugging again. "Coercing you into it one way or another wouldn't do much for wanting to have fun together."\n\n"How nice that you've discovered asking <i>now</i>," you mutter, rubbing at your face.\n\n"Oh, c'mon, don't be like that, you'll enjoy being a vampire, I promise. So long as you don't go all 'bluh bluh I am a disconnected monster forever rendered into solitude from humanity'," she adds, using a ridiculous tone of voice and shaking 'claw hands' back and forth in front of her. "Humanity's what you make of it, whether that's friends or food. Or both. It can be both. Anyway, whatever you decide is how it'll go. Just, y'know, might wanna decide soon unless you want to be stuck in here with me all day whichever one you pick."\n\n<hr>\n[[Go back to the dorm.|GwynVamp]]\n\n[[Go with Hera.|GwynVamp]]

You gasp and scramble a little bit to sit up as you very suddenly come back to consciousness from a sleep so deep it was like you just stopped existing. You pant hard as you stare at the stone wall in front of you, trying to process what you're feeling... smooth stone beneath your naked body, darkness that's still somehow well lit, your whole body feeling like a constant low-key adrenaline rush even as you struggle to comprehend everything, how you're connected to it, how it works, why it's here...\n\n"You're dissociating."\n\nYou turn your head slowly to stare over at the source of the voice. Hera, still naked as the last time you saw her, is sitting back against the wall, atop a... stone slab? set in an alcove of it. It's almost reminiscent of your dorm room, except that the 'beds' are set into impressions in the wall and are more like stone altars or something, and there are ornate stone carvings here and there along the walls. The only real light seems to be a spill of silvery luminence across the floor between the two slabs.\n\n"It happens a bit at first, when you wake up for the first time." Hera shrugs a little, pert bare breasts lifting slightly with the movement. "Give it a few, you'll settle and be okay."\n\n"Wha... we..." You blink, the mouth-sounds you make seeming as confusing as anything else at first until you sit up a bit more and spend a few minutes calming down. "... The last thing I remember, we were... we were having sex, in the graveyard. Where are we?"\n\n"Some little tomb. They're not very popular around here but the graveyard still has a handful of them, which is lucky." Hera glances around, then shrugs again. "Be nice to actually be able to get completely out of sight even in here, but the lids of these aren't really meant to come on and off, y'know?" She grins some and pats the surface she's sitting on.\n\nSlowly it dawns on you that you're sitting on top of someone's crypt. Swallowing hard, you glance down, then over at her... and more realizations start hitting you. "... You're... you... you're a..."\n\n"Not just me," she replies, raising her eyebrows and pointing at you, then grinning.\n\n"I..." You stare down at your naked body, noting how it's paler than it was even before, cream-smooth just like Hera's, your skin perfect and unmarked, your own slender body having been rather idealized, which if you weren't in such a state of shock might annoy you to realize that you and Hera now have almost identical body types save for the obvious differences at chest and groin.\n\n"Just take it easy, try to relax." She smiles, standing up and walking over to lean down and put her hands atop the stone, leaning in to kiss your cheek. "Try to collect yourself and ask questions as they come to you. I'll answer them the best I can."\n\nYou look at her, using your tongue to feel the obvious fangs you now sport as you take in everything.\n\n<hr>\n(These are not branch choices. When you're ready to continue the story, select "That's all I can think of.")\n[[How long was I out?|GwynVamp1x5a]]\n\n[[Why me?|GwynVamp1x5b]]\n\n[[Are you really...?|GwynVamp1x5c]]\n\n[[Why aren't I mad at you?|GwynVamp1x5d]]\n\n[[What are my weaknesses?|GwynVamp1x5e]]\n\n[[What are my powers?|GwynVamp1x5f]]\n\n[[That's all I can think of.|GwynVamp1x6]]

Giving up the last pretense of better sense, you let yourself get carried away on the current that you've been riding all night and lean in. Hera's lips are cool and soft on yours, her tongue slick and eager as it slips into your mouth. The two of you kiss at one another hungrily, as if you'd been dying to do it all night, and maybe you have been without realizing it. You break long enough for her to pull your shirt off over your head, her hands running up and down your bare chest as you resume kissing. Then her hands are grabbing at the front of your jeans, tugging and yanking them open and shoving them down, with you shifting to get out of them and your shoes, your rapidly stiffening cock wobbling in the cool night air until you're standing just as naked as she is, your hands roaming over her slim, perfect body, hers doing the same, feeling so soft and smooth and cool as they caress your hot skin. \n\nAnd then she's pushing you back and moving on top of you as she does, your back thumping to the soft earth of the grave itself. The mixture of vague horror, disgust, and wickedness of it just fuels the fires of the excitement now burning in you, your eyes actually a little glazed over as Hera moves above you, her breathing coming in quick pants through parted lips showing off those glistening white fangs. Beneath the gaze of the leering horsecocked demon statue she slides down on you, her pussy engulfing your own cock which feels longer and thicker and harder than it's ever been. Your hands squeeze at her hips as you gasp out... it doesn't feel at all like you'd heard, it's wet and soft and grips you tight all over for sure, but it's much cooler, like it's surrounding your aching prick in a soothing bath. Something in your mind tries to tell you that's strange but you're not listening, too consumed by the whole experience, something you never in a million years thought you'd be doing. Losing your virginity on the grave of a witch to a beautiful girl that practically tackled you, who wants you so badly she's filling the empty midnight cemetery with her moans.\n\nHer back arches as she grinds and rolls her hips, lifting those perfect pert breasts towards the stars as if offering them to the dark sky, her hands sliding up and down your own arms, encouraging them to move, silently begging you to touch her. You slip one hand along her belly, feeling how smooth and perfect it is, while the other slips up to grip one of those breasts, feeling it almost perfectly fill your palm as you squeeze and knead, making her gasp more loudly, her dripping pussy squeezing around you. You begin rolling your hips up towards the movements of hers, shifting your grip back down to her slim waist as she starts moving even more eagerly, her body leaning down over you, hands pressing to your chest. You're actually surprised you haven't cum already, she just feels so amazing inside, but it's almost like she's keeping you from doing it, the motions of her hips and the squeezes of her pussy just keeping you right there at the edge as the two of you lovingly, lewdly couple beneath the shadow of Satan's massive equine prick.\n\nHera's movements start to turn quicker, harder, her whole body rocking with need as she presses you into the soft earth of the grave, her body leaning down closer and closer until those wonderful B-cups are grinding into your chest as she kisses you hard and deeply again. Then her mouth is moving, kissing at your neck, dragging her tongue over it, nails scratching across the skin, the soft sting of faint pain mingling with all the pleasure. And then there's a harder burst of pain in your neck that turns to pure bliss, your back arching and mouth opening in a loud, soundless cry as your body trembles, feeling yourself spilling everything into her in a long, orgasmic rush that seems to come from everywhere, and then fade into shadows.\n\n<hr>\n[[When you wake up...|GwynVamp1x5]]

Well. For some definition of 'trick', anyway, you think with a grin as you turn back toward him as he joins you in the living room, his eyes going wide as you sink to your knees in front of him and without hesitation start undoing his jeans.\n\n"W-wha?!" he squeaks, staring down at you in shock as you pull open his fly, revealing the bulge in the front of his underwear.\n\n"Trick'r'treat," you coo up at him, giving him a saucy wink as you pull down the front of his underwear, then give a pleased 'oo!' as his cock pops out. Not exactly huge, but it's smooth and cute, and you immediately lean in to drag your tongue along his shaft, reveling in the surprised gasp he gives. Tugging the underwear and jeans further down, you kiss along his shaft before leaning in to nuzzle at his balls, starting to deliver more kisses and little sucks as he sort of dazedly steps out of the jeans and underwear. \n\nYou rest your hands on his trim hips as you draw back and start sliding his cock into your mouth instead, working your tongue around it. Want him to give you something good to eat, you think with a bit of a giggle around his cute, trembling teen prick as you bob your head smoothly, working it further past your pretty, glistening lips. Of course you're not too terribly surprised when he goes off after you've gotten it only about halfway in, particularly heavy, almost sweet spurts of cum hitting the roof of your mouth and dribbling down onto your tongue, more of it gushing out as you start swallowing around him while giving little 'mmms'.\n\n'That's okay, we've got all night, sounds like,' you think with a grin as you pull back, smiling up at him as you give his still thoroughly stiff prick a few strokes with one hand, Tim looking like he can't quite believe what just happened. Then both of you look over towards the door as there's a loud, quick knock. Oh, actual trick-or-treaters!\n\n<hr>\n[[Go trick 'em!|BuddyMai]]\n\n[[Ignore them, fuck Tim.|BuddyMai]]\n\n[[Ignore them, fuck Tim in his own bed.|BuddyMai]]\n\n[[Ignore them, fuck Tim in his parents' bed.|BuddyMai]]

You did want to see the looks on the faces of your friends when they saw your costume this year, and you bet those faces would be great! And if you wind up with those faces between your legs, or your face between theirs, hey, all the better~! A ninja girl's gotta have fun, right?\n\nYou head on over to their place, grinning as you saunter up the walk and ring the bell, twirling one of the 'tails' of your costume in one hand. Then you blink when the door opens to reveal a boy of maybe thirteen with short, tousled black hair and pretty green eyes, wearing a 'vampire tuxedo' T-shirt and jeans, his jaw dropping a bit as he sees you. Your own brain jolts out of the pleasantly lewd track it had been on and suddenly recalls... oh, right, Tricia and Greg have a son, Tim. How'd that go and slip your mind entirely? ... Maybe you had pussy and cock on the brain, you have to admit, which part of you thinks isn't like you at all, but the rest is just giggling and going 'Whoopsy!'\n\n"Hey, Tim!" you chirp cheerfully. "It's me, Mai!" Again, there's some feeling that there's something <i>off</i> there, but it passes in the heartbeat between you saying it and speaking again. "Your parents said I was free to come over tonight?"\n\nTim looks a bit blank himself for a moment, and you'd almost swear his eyes glaze over briefly before he blinks and seems to come out of it. "Oh, uh, hey Mai. Wow, great costume," he murmurs, blushing as he obviously tries not to stare at your chest. He squirms a little, then adds, "Uh, actually though, I guess my parents didn't think you or anyone was coming so they went out for the night."\n\n"Oh. Poo," you mutter, pouting a little and giving a little stomp of one foot, not really noticing how Tim goggles at the jiggle that causes in your tits. Well, you guess it's your own darn fault for not RSVPing and just showing up night of.\n\n"Um, I mean, I feel bad with you coming all the way over here, so you wanna come in for a minute at least?" he asks, stepping back from the doorway.\n\n"Sure!" you say cheerfully, flouncing on in to the house. This time, though, you definitely notice that his eyes get magnetically drawn to your bouncy (practically) bare butt as it goes by. You grin some to yourself, awww, that's cute. Well, you've got some time, you guess!\n\n<hr>\n[[Trick him.|BuddyMai1x3]]\n\n[[Treat him.|BuddyMai]]\n\n[[Watch a movie or something you don't know.|BuddyMai]]

"Mmm, yeah, I look fuckin' hot," you declare, eyes twinkling as you turn back and forth in front of the mirror. "Let's get this party started!"\n\nOh right but which party were you going to, again? You have a bunch of open invitations to basically a bunch of parties you could just show up to and be welcome at. Just breeze in and have some fun~, sounds goo~d! Hm hm hm, let's seeeee...\n\nYou recall earlier this month a couple of your friends asked you to [[hang out with them|BuddyMai1x2]], it'd basically just be a little family party but hey, they're both hot~. There was another guy of your acquaintance, Brett, who said he and a bunch of 'the guys' were gonna get together (it sounded like a total [[sausage party|BuddyMai]]) but hey definitely some likely fun times to be had there too~! Let's see let's see, there's a [[bigger party|BuddyMai]] that a bunch of the well-to-do in town get invited to, guess that includes you, aaaand there's a big ol' [[mega-bash|BuddyMai]] going on at one of the clubs!\n\nHm. Orrrr you could just go out and [[wander around town|BuddyMai]], see if you can find anything fun to do! You feel so free-spirited and energetic right now, like you could have fun doing absolutely anything!

-Update 1-\n* <b>Main:</b> After giving the Slowburn aphrodisiac time to work, Eric can now check [[outside|RanDeb1x9]] for Ranma. He can also choose [[transformations|RanDeb1x6]] when messing with the potions.\n* <b>Main:</b> Layla can now tell Sita to [[dream on|MeanSita1x1]] when she offers to get along.\n-Update 2-\n* Eric can now join in after discovering where Ranma's gotten to on the Slowburn.\n* <b>Main</b>: Amanda can now spend her summer [[hanging out with friends|SweetKidStart]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can [[know better|GGHH29x4]] than to just let Cybil out.\n* Eric can also check Akane's room for the slowburn'd Ranma.\n* <b>Main:</b> When trapped in the log by the alligator gar, fairy Eric can wish for [[power|MiniEric2x2]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyantaur can [[intervene|GGCentaur7x1]] when she notices Amana getting tempted.\n* <b>Main:</b> Ranma can now ask the devil what the [[worst curse he thinks Ranma has|FRanX31x1]] is.

Ah, October. Masks, candy, and everything's pumpkin-flavored. There's Oktoberfest, to be sure, but the vast majority of partying this month centers around Halloween. It's pretty much always a great time.\n\nNow, today's date is...?\n\n[[The twenty-fourth.|BuddyOct4x1]] - If you're going to plan your own party.\n\n[[The thirtieth.|BuddyOct1x1]] - If you're going to attend someone else's party.\n\n[[The thirty-first.|BuddyOct5x1]] - If you're going to stay home.

Screw it. You're pretty sure the invitation couldn't get more obvious if she printed it up and sent it by registered mail. Part of your brain's convinced she's probably got nefarious reasons for this, but the rest of you doesn't care as you walk over to stand in front of her, pulling off the modesty towel and dropping it.\n\n"Ooooo," Motoko coos at the sight of your already half-hard cock, the sound of appreciation and slight awe stirring it towards almost full hardness instantly. She reaches up, wrapping one wet, warm hand around the shaft and stroking it, just a few gentle pumps bringing it to full hardness. "Veeery nice," she compliments with apparent sincerity. "Heheh, why don't you bring it down here where I can appreciate it more easily?"\n\nBlushing and nodding just a bit bashfully, you settle down to sit on the edge of the hot spring, letting your lower legs rest in the water. Motoko gently spreads your legs a bit further apart as she moves between them, large, glistening breasts wobbling a bit with her movements as she reaches forward to take a more deliberate grip on your dick, this time with both hands, starting to stroke it in a way that the motion of her arms makes her tits jiggle.\n\n"This big American cock is <i>really</i> nice," she assures you as she looks down at it appreciatively... which actually makes you throb and grow a little longer and thicker in her hands, making her giggle. "And it likes compliments too! That's okay, we all do," she coos at it as if soothing an excited pet.\n\n"Eheh," you say sheepishly, before adding a bit breathlessly, "H-holy fuck you're hot."\n\n"I know it," she replies smugly, though her half-lidded eyes twinkle as she says it. \n\nIt's true, though, she looks absolutely gorgeous standing there in the gently steaming water, her big boobs shaking and jiggling and gleaming from the warm water in the light of the lanterns. She leans in and up closer to your face, bringing those tits in close enough that it's easy enough for you to reach out and cup them, squeezing gently and urging more cooing, happy noises out of her. Her face isn't <i>quite</i> close enough to go in for a kiss, and she seems to be doing that deliberately, smirking at you from close up... teasing you not with her body or the offer of pleasure, both of which she seems to be offering up freely, but with the offer of even more intimacy, that you might get to press your lips to hers.\n\nBut for now she keeps just out of reach, still making pleased noises as you fondle her tits and she jerks you off. "Yeah I <i>really</i> like this big cock of yours," she assures you a bit breathlessly, suddenly pulling away from you... and leaning down, her hands moving to rest on your thighs as she instead slips her mouth over the head of your cock, tongue flicking and working with obvious experieince as she starts bobbing her head. "Mmmn... mmmm," she moans softly around it, eyes sinking closed as if savoring the deliciousness of your dick, her tits swaying and creating little lapping waves in the surface of the spring.\n\n'She is really good at this,' you think in a daze, letting out some long moans of your own as Motoko's head bobs over your cock, her lips and tongue eagerly working over your throbbing shaft. One of her hands slides back forward, dipping down below the surface of the water for a few moments before emerging, cupping your balls. The extra warmth and wetness of her fingers and palm as she gently fondles you almost puts you over the edge then and there, but you manage to hold back, although letting out a shuddery "Close" aloud.\n\nAt that, sadly, Motoko raises her head, smiling wickedly at you once she's raised to her full height. Instead of continuing immediately, she turns and sashays through the water again, showing off the curve of her ass above the surface before she leans forward and puts her hands against the central stone. At this angle you can finally see her pussy, warm and wet and plump from the water if nothing else, and she gives her ass a light shake. "C'mon, don't worry about doing it raw," she coos. "It's a safe day~!"\n\nAlmost before you know it you're sliding into the water and quickly splashing your way over to her, appreciatively running your hands over that full, glistening bare ass, Motoko cooing happily again and giving her hips another encouraging wiggle. Breathing hard, your head feeling foggy with lust, like the warm vapors of the hot spring mingling with the scent of Motoko's arousal, you wrap a hand around your prick and rub the tip up and down between the fat lips of her pussy, resisting the urge to just thrust in all in one go.\n\nThough amidst all that, a thought does try to tickle your brain. Hey, was there something a bit odd about how she said 'it's a safe day'?\n\n<hr>\n[[Nah!|AustinJP]]\n\n[[Mmmaaaybeeee...|AustinJP]]\n\n[[... This bitch.|AustinJP]]

Her eyes shoot wide open. "W-wait, no, don't!"\n\n"Why wouldn't I?" you answer as you shove the air pistol in your waistband and pull out your cellphone instead, unlocking it with your thumb. "I have a friend in the department I can call, even."\n\n"Please, please mister, don't!" she pleads, now seeming more desperate than just afraid, bringing her hands up and putting them together. "I'm on my third strike already, they said they'd put me away if I got caught again!"\n\n"Should've thought of that before vandalizing someone's house over a couple of pieces of candy you weren't entitled to anyway," you reply, half just because you're enjoying watching her squirm a bit after what she did.\n\n"I-I know, I know, okay?" She actually sniffles a bit. "But c'mon, man, don't call them, I'll do anything!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Relent a little.|BuddyPunks]]\n\n[[Call.|BuddyPunks]]\n\n[[Hm, "anything", huh?|BuddyPunks]]

*<b>Main:</b> Eric can now see the mysterious '[[Matchmaker|CC8x1]]'. He also has a new option in the [[want ads|CC2x1]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can [[decline|QOKevScheme10x2]] to help set up the entertainment system.\n-Update 2-\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can [[keep his head|QOGH1x4]] when Mac spots space pirates.\n-Update 4-\n*More of Jamie with Kit and Wolf.

Your family ultimately hasn't done much to advance your career... other than to be expensive and require you to spend more time away from the office. If you want to truly be successful in your forties, isn't it time you shifted your focus? You need to spend more time at the office, working harder and playing the game.\n\nMichelle complains after awhile, but once you point out that you have two (ivy-league) college educations to pay for, her protests of hardly ever seeing you turn into little more than the occasional grumbles. She does start spending more of your money, but oh well, you're making plenty of overtime bonuses to make up for it. Your daughters tend to look sad or annoyed more often, but this is easily solved by just not seeing them as much.\n\nA few months into your new path in life, one of your colleagues comes to tell you that he's leaving the company to become the co-founder of a new startup with an exceptionally successful young entrepeneur whose every tech venture so far has sold for record prices within the first few years. He asks if you have time to go to lunch with him as a farewell, and you tell him of course you do. You <i>were</i> supposed to go to a farewell lunch for Mikaela, who will be leaving for college right after, but you've got networking to do. This could be a valuable lead into something to send your career forward by leaps and bounds.\n\nYou have no idea by how much though, as the two of you sit in a pricey restaurant that caters to businessmen such as yourselves by having isolated tables, discrete and near-deaf waitstaff, and an easy method for charging to the company account. Abernathy grins at you from across the table as he sips his drink. "I've been super impressed by the panache you've shown lately, David. I used to think you were a bit of a pushover, to be honest... a nice enough guy and all, but not likely to go far. Now it's looking more and more like you'll be climbing to at least VP within the next couple of years."\n\n"I have to say you've done pretty well for yourself, too," you answer with a nod of acknowledgement. "Going from accounts manager to co-founder of a major tech startup is quite a leap, you must have laid out quite an impressive presentation to that Waynright girl."\n\n"To be honest with you, Dave, I've got a bit of a secret there. A secret I've decided to share with you," he continues, lowering his voice a little more despite the restaurant's reputation for not letting secrets slip. He casually flicks his fingers, producing a small glass vial filled with something clear, that he twirls a few times in his fingers, his gold ring glinting as he does. He grins conspiratorially at you, giving a little wink as well.\n\n"Abernathy, if this is going to turn into some 'Wolf of Wall Street' speech about the proper use of pharmaceuticals and jerking off," you say a bit dryly, glancing at the vial and raising your eyebrows.\n\n"No, this isn't something you take. It's something you slip people. And no it's not some sort of roofie bullshit. It makes people suggestible. Depending on how much of it you give someone, you can basically make them either take a few suggestions about how they'll change their behavior... or you can make them completely and utterly loyal to you, practically your slave." He leans back in his chair casually, twirling the vial a few more times. "My presentation to Waynright consisted of sneaking a full vial of this into her Mountain Dew before the meeting, then telling her 'Suck my fat cock, you worthless cunt'. And you know what? She did. Whenever I feel like it I have her bend over her trendy little desk and I fuck that tight twenty-three-year-old ass while she moans and tells me how I can have whatever I want. I've got a contract that says I get a million a year after taxes with zero job responsibilities, get half of whatever the company sells for, and nothing says I can't just tell her to give me an even sweeter deal the next time she starts up a company. Fuck, she'd suck dick on the street for nickels if I told her to."\n\nYou've heard plenty of testosterone bluster and obvious bullshit over your years, and some of it hasn't been that much less far-fetched than what Abernathy's just told you. And yet the ease with which he says it, and the reality of his new position as co-founder of a company with an otherwise independent and someone standoffish young entrepeneur, would seem to be points of favor towards it all being real. You give both the vial and him a long, considering look, before asking, "And you're just going to give this to me?"\n\n"Don't see why I wouldn't. I'm already pretty much set for life. The stuff's morbidly expensive, but the signing bonus I got off of using the first dose of it... heh, basically she paid me a fortune to suck my dick... was enough to buy a supply that would last me forever, even if she weren't already conditioned into my loyal little fuck-slave. Giving someone I see as having a lot of potential one full dose of it won't exactly hurt. But, if it makes you feel less suspicious," he continues, giving the vial one more spin and then holding it out. "We'll say you owe me a favor. Sometime in the future I'll ask for something and you'll have to give it. You can pretty well rest assured it won't be something too expensive or damaging... after all, like I said, I'm set for life. But that way it doesn't sound too much like something for nothing, right?"\n\nYou turn the idea over in your head some more, eyes staying fixed on the little glass tube being offered to you.\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept.|DavidColdWork]]\n\n[[Refuse.|DavidColdWork]]\n\n[[Rebuke.|DavidColdWork]]\n\n[[Blackmail.|DavidColdWork1x2]]

"Y'know, I'm not sure if that stuff is for me," you say slowly, bringing your eyes back up to Abernathy's face and raising your eyebrows slightly. "But wouldn't it be interesting if it showed up on, say, a drug test?" As his own eyebrows raise, you continue coolly, "Something that someone could be tipped off to check for? Just out of a single poor man's anonymous tip, say."\n\n"David, are you trying to blackmail me?" he replies, seeming more amused than anything else.\n\n"I wouldn't say that. I'm just saying that certain people might be tipped off to check on someone, out of their own well-being. If they didn't have certain financial matters to distract them."\n\nAbernathy just looks at you for a moment, then chuckles. "Hey, alright, Dave. You'll have my answer as soon as you get back to the office. Make sure to check your account."\n\nPleased, you raise your glass to him and drain it, feeling confident that you'll have yourself similarly set for life with even less work than Abernathy apparently put into it.\n\nOnce you return to the office, you settle behind your desk. You've just logged into your bank account when one of the HR drones walks in. "Excuse me, sir, we need you to come to the HR office right now."\n\n"Oh?" you reply with a frown. "Whatever for?"\n\n"Your name has been selected for a random drug test today."\n\nAlarm bells start going off in your head. Surely it must be a coincidence... right? Still, you know full well the company's policy on refusing such tests, so you nod. "Alright then, just let me-"\n\n"Sir, company policy is that if you do anything but immediately stand up and follow me, it results in immediate termination, I'm sorry."\n\nNow scowling, you nod slowly and take your hand off the mouse, rising and rounding your desk to follow after her. You listen to her professionally soothing comments about how it won't take long and so on as she leads you to the HR offices, where you're handed a cup, a security guard following you into the restroom. Mentally composing a potential harassment lawsuit and weighing your options for using that as a way to get ahead, you return to the area outside the restroom, the guard handing the cup carefully to one of the women standing there.\n\n"Alright, with our new testing method, we get results pretty much immediately, so we don't have all that messy waiting and mailing and paperwork," she says cheerfully, lowering the metal tip of something that looks a lot like a digital thermometer with a larger screen into the yellow liquid. She carefully raises it back up, waiting for it to drip off before bringing it up to read... and blinking, the cheery smile dropping away. "... Oh my. Methamphetamine."\n\n"What?!" you yelp, eyes going wide as the guard immediately moves in close to your side.\n\n"Um, that's what it says," the other girl who led you down says, glancing at the screen and then shifting behind the older woman a little. "I'm sorry, sir, but per company policy, you are hereby immediately terminated, and we have to hold you for the police."\n\n"What?!" you cry again, jerking a bit as the security guard takes hold of your arm. "No, this is... this is a setup! Abernathy did this! He's been drugging that new partner of his, he must have drugged me too! Test Waynright, you'll see! It wasn't crystal meth, it's some sort of... of mind control juice!"\n\n"He's high right now," the older HR woman whispers (not very quietly) to the other, who nods emphatically. "Such a shame, what will his family think?"\n\n"Come along, <i>sir</i>," the pudgy guard grunts, tugging at your arm.\n\n<hr>\n[[Cooperate.|DavidColdWork]]\n\n[[Escape!|DavidColdWork]]

Really, this is just going to be for your own personal enjoyment, as proof that yes this sort of thing can happen to you (for you?) now. In fact, you quickly pull down the phone's menu and put it in airplane mode, insuring that the video won't be automatically uploaded to the cloud. Wouldn't want an 'oops' to leak Laura and Ayako's impulsiveness to the internet.\n\nSettling into the chair, you get your phone aimed with a general good view of both of them with one hand and wrap the other around your stiff prick, stroking slowly as you watch. Dasher and Dancer are obviously getting more excited by the moment as they lick Ayako and Laura, wagging their tails and shaking their furry butts, making their long spearlike cocks shimmy beneath their bellies. Of course, seeing them get that excited, you're not too surprised when, quickly enough, they both leap forward in near-unison (as befits twins), thrusting their hips wildly and quickly finding their marks, the pair of married lesbians crying out in pleasure as their cunts are crammed with canine cock. Ayako wraps her arms and legs around Dasher, hooking her heels above his tail and moving her hips up to meet the thrusts of his cock, her own tongue jutting out to meet the wild licks of the dog as he laps at her face in the midst of rutting her. Laura, meanwhile, rolls her eyes as she's more properly fucked like a bitch, albeit with her head low and ass high, her tits jiggling against the floor.\n\n"Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm being fucked by a cock, I'm being fucked by a cock it's a dog cock fuck it feels so good fuck fuck fuuuuck," she whimpers, seeming to not even know she's speaking as her hips buck back against Dancer's, her motions almost as mindless as the animal claiming her.\n\nYou make sure to get some nice close-ups of their faces, capturing how completely lost they are in the forbidden pleasure that they yielded to so easily. Your cock throbs a little in your hand at just how easy it was to bring this about... and at how much they're enjoying that you did, making you wonder if it really has just been percolating somewhere in the backs of their minds all this time, if they always wanted some excuse to get down on all fours for a dog, wondering just how many other women might have similar fantasies.\n\nBecause Ayako and Laura have obviously completely abandoned themselves to it, moaning and squealing and practically barking themselves as the pair of panting, drooling, rumbling beasts pump their pussies, big glistening red dicks pounding into pink holes that have never known a cock before and will now forever know the shape and feel of a dog's throbbing animal prick. Their cries get faster in time with the pace of the dogs' thrusting increasing, both of them going increasingly wild with the rampant fucking of the dogs, and you zoom in to get as good a shot as you can of Dasher and Dancer's knots swelling, before pulling back just in time to catch the moment when they both simultaneously knot their human bitches, Ayako and Laura both screaming jubilantly as they clearly have the most intense orgasms of their lives... at least, you doubt they ever made each other make those completely mindless expressions of pleasure, their eyes rolled up and tongues lolled out, mouths open in wide shameless smiles.\n\n"Cum... so much cum... love his cum... want his puppies," Laura whimpers happily, twitching beneath the German Shepherd as he uses her pussy as a jizz dump.\n\nYou let yourself cum as well, keeping your own groan of release much more muffled, wanting to primarily capture Ayako and Laura's sounds of pleasure as they whimper and writhe beneath their doggy lovers. You can see Ayako squeezing Dasher to her as he starts to squirm, Dancer having a much easier time turning and pulling himself off of Laura, the blonde giving a squeal of mingled pleasure and disappointment as his knot pops out of her, red cock dropping free of her pussy along with a rush of cum. Ayako eventually cedes the inevitably and opens her legs and arms, allowing Dasher to pull back, his cock similarly slipping free and sending a torrent of dog cum splashing down over her taint and asshole.\n\nWithout hesitation, Ayako rolls over onto all fours and shakes her ass, begging for more like the bitch in heat she's apparently become, her large tits swaying beneath her. Laura gets up on her knees, panting, watching with lustful eyes as Dancer moves from behind her to go over and have a taste of her wife this time, lapping up a bit of his brother's cum from Ayako's pussy and ass before leaping up onto her back as well, apparently not satisfied since he quickly thrusts forward. Ayako gives a loud, pleasured gasp, and starts almost chanting a moan of, "He's in my ass, he's in my ass, he's fucking my ass, he's in my ass!" The blonde trembles with obvious desire as Dasher pads over to her, but rather than offering up her holes she urges the dog over onto his back. Straddling his head as if he were a human lover, she leans forward across his body, tits pressing to his furry belly as she wraps a hand around his knot and starts licking and sucking at the dripping doggy dick that just got done fucking her wife, Dasher happily lapping at her pussy as his paws rest on her thighs, just like it was a proper sixty-nine.\n\nIt's honestly hard to know who to focus on at any time... Ayako being incredibly enthusiastic about getting her first assfuck, showing off those big fat tits of hers shaking beneath her with the thrusts of the dog plowing her tight rear hole as her sweet, wholesome voice constantly declares how much she loves having an animal's cock in her ass, or Laura enthusiastically deepthroating the other beast's prick all the way down to the knot, slurping and gulping at it as if she'd been sucking cock professionally for most of her life, her hips bucking and twisting as the dog's tongue laps over her well-fucked cunt, her own asshole flexing and shuddering visibly, no doubt to be filled with puppy prick before the night is done as well.\n\nYou continue to watch and record the fun as the pair indulge every wicked fantasy they can think of with the pair of dogs, Ayako taking her own turn sucking off one of the dogs, albeit on all fours and letting it fuck her face, while Laura gets her ass fucked finally, moaning lewdly and shamelessly about how she's getting more addicted to cock with every thrust. Laura at one point gets spitroasted by both dogs, while Ayako tongues the asshole of the animal fucking her wife's pussy, rimming the mindless beast with at least as much enthusiasm, likely more, than she ever used pleasuring her wife. On, and on, until finally all four participants slump exhausted, falling asleep.\n\nYou glance at the clock... yup, pretty late. You didn't do anything but watch, but you're a little tired yourself, if from nothing else than all the adrenaline high. After briefly cleaning up, you decide it best to go ahead and get dressed and leave. It should be fine to leave Ayako and Laura's door unlocked, you figure... your blessing should extend to nothing bad happening as a result of your actions.\n\nAt home, you decide to get out one of your old computers and set it up without an internet connection to hold the recordings of the night's fun... and any other similar videos you acquire in the future. You make sure to thoroughly password protect it... no reason to rely overly on your blessing for <i>everything</i>. Once that's done, you finally flop and get some sleep.\n\nThe next day you make yourself some breakfast, and enjoy yourself perusing some highlights of yesterday's video. 'Damn... can't believe it was really that easy to get them both into that sort of thing,' you muse. Really all you had to do was allow for the setup, and make sure it was all done in good fun, and bam. Like the world arranged itself just for you. You wonder if it would be that easy with anything, or anyone?\n\nHm. For that matter, should you check up on your friends? Probably best to give them at least one day to settle, but tomorrow you could drop by to check on Laura and Ayako, make sure there's no hard feelings (though you kind of doubt it). Or just give them space to either explore their new horizons or put it behind them, as they prefer, that seems just as viable.\n\n<hr>\n[[Check in on them.|BudBless]]\n\n[[Let them be.|BudBless]]

Your name is Jessie, and yes you have heard every single possible variation of "Jesse we need to cook" that it is possible for the human mind to conceive of. So yeah, moving on! You have thick black hair that you try to keep mostly off of your neck but may occasionally procrastinate on actually getting to the barber about, tan skin that's partly natural and partly the result of an outdoor lifestyle, dark brown eyes, and you're honestly pretty good-looking. You're not the world's greatest fashion plate, with a preference for tanktops and knee-length shorts (in practically any weather), but hey the tanktops and shorts are nice ones and they're clean. Like, clearly you can't be <i>totally</i> objective, but you're fit and toned (you do mostly cardio admittedly) and you have a good face, and admittedly while the tribal arm sleeve on your right arm isn't to everyone's taste, you at least got it done by a competent artist and have managed to keep it touched up, so yeah, you think you look pretty good.\n\nAnd admittedly, in the back of your mind, you can't help but think that compared to your roommates, you're even more of a catch. Like, y'know, it's not that you really look down on them or anything, y'know? Just that, well, again, objectively? They're your longtime friends and you love them (as much as it is permissible for a fairly macho American straight guy to admit that to anyone including himself), but most people would not look at them and think 'Oh yeah these guys would definitely do better at the club than the guy who runs a 10K every year'. There's Brett, who's kind of your standard IT guy, scruffy brown hair, rather pale from staying indoors a lot, and on the hefty side. You wouldn't call him fat, but only because he's like your best friend. Then there's Travis who has buzzed black hair, dark skin, and is on the beanpole side... not quite full "scarecrow" levels but he's as skinny as Brett is stout let's say that. Brett's got a fairly low-level IT job (that you're fairly certain could pay for a decent apartment, but then he wouldn't have anyone to take turns at cleaning and cooking and driving), Travis is like a one-step-up-from-an-intern at some science-y company, and overall suffice to say that if anyone were to look at the three of you and were asked to pick which one probably had a girlfriend, you'd get picked ninety-nine times out of 100.\n\nWhich is what you're thinking again as you head out the front door of the small house the three of you rent to do a bit of running, maybe go to the park and do their "workout jog" path. The house is a small, simple, inexpensive affair aimed at exactly guys in your demographic (recent college graduates just getting started), though it was maybe more intended for just one. There's only one bedroom, which is large enough for a pair of beds, one bathroom, and a decent-sized living room, as well as a garage (which is empty except for a handful of boxes and some tools and whatnot, because this is the suburbs and everyone parks in the street). It's very clean and well kept up, though (in part because the landlord nags you if you let it get dirty), and the neighborhood's quite nice, with a decent number of trees and shady spots and generally a very pleasant place to live, even if it requires one of you to sleep on the couch for a month at a time. (But at least it's a very comfortable couch. And it's Travis's turn right now, and the couch situation is always more tolerable when it's not your turn.)\n\nYou perk up as you spot someone coming down the sidewalk at a quick jog. It's a very attractive woman, with black hair pulled back in a ponytail, deep blue eyes, full breasts (probably even more full out of that black sports top she's wearing), a round ass that looks absolutely amazing in her tight spandex jogging shorts, and fantastic legs; you're not sure if she recently moved to the block or just happens to run here for whatever reason, but you've seen her around lately. She usually does several laps around the block, and as hoped, you've managed to time leaving the house just right to hit her first lap. And even more as you might have hoped, she's actually come to a stop nearby to rest momentarily and check her heartrate. God must be on your side today!\n\nYou wander over in a casual way, seeing her head turn, her expression polite but mildly dubious. Understandable, hey, you're no lout who's gonna get right up in her face, even if you are bold enough to approach! You stop what you feel is a respectful distance away, leaving the span of the sidewalk between the two of you, and give her a smile.\n\nThen you shoot her a double-fingergun and say, in perhaps the schmooziest voice ever heard to man, "Heeeey, how's it hangin'?"\n\nShe blinks once. Then gives you a slightly strained, almost pitying look that says she's feeling too sorry for you to let herself burst out laughing in your face. Then she clears her throat in a way that clearly says 'Okay, thanks, have a nice life' and turns and resumes her jog, clearly feeling fairly unbothered since your attempt was more ridiculous than anything else.\n\nYou hang your head and shoulders, sighing. Yeah, see, the thing is, you're absolutely terrible at chatting up women. Oh you can <i>talk</i> to women just fine, if it's helping them out at the sports store you work at, or giving directions, or basically anything else. But <i>the moment</i> you in any way attempt to talk to a woman with the intent of moving things in a romantic (or at least sexual) direction, some miswired switch in your brain flips and out comes... that stuff. The best you can say for it is that women generally find it more ridiculous/hilarious/pitiable than getting actually upset at it.\n\nThe truth is that of the three of you, Travis is the one who's closest to having a girlfriend, since he frequently talks about a girl at work in a way that says they're kind-of-but-not-said-outright dating. (They go out, but to do nerd activities they're both interested in, which Travis admits means he's not sure if they're going out or just going places together.) Travis hasn't really described her, and you admit that since she's into nerd stuff you usually picture her as either a female version of Travis or a female version of Brett. But she's still a girlfriend. -ish. And you don't have one. And at this rate, you never will.\n\nAnd you're so fuckin' horny dude. You are so fuckin' horny. Like, you would also like to have a relationship someday, yeah? And it sucks that this thing will probably prevent that too, but bro, you need to get laid so bad right now in the immediacey of the moment, bro.\n\n<hr>\n[[You need someone to help you with this.|Jess1x1]]\n\n[[You need to try something different.|Jess]]\n\n[[You need to go to work.|Jess]]\n\n[[You need to go exercise.|Jess]]

So far everything's worked out for you so magically that you're curious just how far you could really take things and have this blessing work out for you. And a particularly naughty, wicked idea... even more wicked than a threesome with lesbians... comes to you.\n\nStill, even with your obviously powerful blessing, probably best to work up to this one... your blessing helps you if you help yourself (probably). So first you start gradually leading the conversation into a bit more intimate details... casually discussing your love life a bit more, which luckily (of course) causes them to share with you, talking about some of the things they've been doing together lately. Nothing terribly explicit... they're not giving you play-by-plays or anything, but Ayako does blushingly admit that they've tried some new toys recently, and Laura smirks a bit as she sips her wine at that. You keep things on that level for awhile, letting them get more comfortable with the subject matter, hopefully giving your blessing time to work with the wicked idea you've got. After all, you've got no bad intentions for it... you really do think <i>everyone</i> involved is going to have a lot of fun.\n\nFor a bit more you keep things mostly normal... not all love life talk, but kind of casually bringing in how dull day-to-day life could be. You're further unsurprised to discover they're both having a tad of malaise too... you doubt the blessing needed a lot of urging for that, even successful young people doing what they love are likely to feel like they're in a bit of a rut at any given time. Enough that eventually you feel it's the right time to say, "Hey, you ever think of doing something completely... off the wall?"\n\n"'Off the wall'?" Ayako echoes.\n\n"Yeah, like impulsive to the extreme," you say with a nod.\n\n"You mean like just throwing some clothes in a bag and heading to the airport and deciding on a destination when you get there?" Laura says with a chuckle.\n\n"Mm, something like that, though that's really more... planned... than really impulsive, isn't it?"\n\nNow both of them look mildly confused but also interested. "Howso?" Leona says. "I mean, that seems pretty impulsive."\n\n"Yeah, but really all you're doing is taking a vacation on short notice and without much planning," you point out. "I mean sure, there's a lot of explaining you'll have to do to your job, and you might have to do some catch-up when you get where you're going, but going on vacation is still something you'd normally do. I'm talking about like... really pushing boundaries, you know?"\n\nBoth of them seem to be thinking that over now, and you can't help but notice they're both squirming just a little in place... they'd already been showing a few indications of some excitement earlier, talking about mildly lewd subjects, but it's clear that the thought you've put in their heads is quickly finding fertile ground, and you can see them glancing both at each other, and more subtly at you, no doubt having a few ideas of what you might mean but not quite willing to say anything.\n\nOf course, you have something even naughtier than what they're thinking in mind.\n\n"Hey, did you hear that?" you ask, setting down your wine glass and standing.\n\n"Hm?" Ayako says with a blink.\n\n"Thought I heard something strange in the hall," you say, walking towards the door. Point of fact, you didn't hear anything in the hall, but that's easy enough to brush off if it's empty or just someone walking through the hall. If, on the other hand, what you're hoping is out there is out there, you'd say it's probably all the indication you need that this is going to go exactly the way you want. \n\n'Jackpot,' you think with a smirk as you see the pair of large German Shepherds just sort of milling about in the hallway as if they'd just shown up to hang out.\n\n"Hm? Oh, that must be Dasher and Dancer," Laura says with a snort as she steps by you, the dogs wagging their tails at seeing her and allowing her to snag them by the collars and lead them inside. "They belong to the Davidsons three floors up. They're very smart, they can open doors and even nose buttons on the elevator panel," she adds with a little laugh. As she passes, you glance just to be sure and, yup, both dogs have still obviously full furry sacks dangling between their hind legs.\n\n"That's how they wind up wandering around the building sometime," Ayako says a little sheepishly as she leans forward to pick up her phone. "I'll give the Davidsons a call to let them know."\n\n"Well, hold on a second, this might be the perfect opportunity for what I was talking about earlier," you interrupt.\n\n"Hm? What?" Laura blinks a few times. "Wait, that thing about impulsiveness?" She gives you a wry look. "I didn't think you meant along the lines of stealing a couple of dogs from our neighbors, Buddy."\n\n"No, not that." Here's the bit that could really fuck you over if you weren't so blessed, but as said, once you saw the dogs just ever-so-coincidentally outside, you were almost absolutely certain this would work. "I was more thinking you guys should fuck them."\n\nBoth women stare at you. For that matter both dogs are staring at you, almost as if they could understand you, but their tails are slowly wagging so if they can they clearly appreciate you playing wingman.\n\n"W-... what?" Ayako says, laughing nervously as she stands up. "C'mon, Buddy, that's a pretty pervy joke!"\n\n"I'm not kidding. What could possibly be more impulsive, seize-life-by-the-horns, do something you'd never otherwise do worthy, than both of you just getting down on all fours right here, right now, and letting these dogs fuck you?"\n\nLaura and Ayako stare at you for long moments. Then they look down and stare at the dogs, who are still calmly wagging their tails and looking up at all the silly humans discussing something.\n\nThen Laura and Ayako start undressing.\n\nHonestly, that does shock you a little bit. You were pretty sure this was going to work, sure, but you expected to have to do a lot more work talking them into it. But apparently all the talk about being truly impulsive, seizing an opportunity, and doing something completely outside your paradigm worked, because you're watching both of your friends get out of their clothes, apparently with every intention of being bitches for their neighbors' dogs. Dasher and Dancer, for their parts, are watching with ears perked, and you notice that they're slowly starting to unsheath, slick red cocks sliding out below their bellies. You wonder if they really do understand what's going on... or maybe if they're picking up on the scent of a couple of bitches in heat as Laura and Ayako peel their panties down, obvious wet spots on the crotches, pussies clearly plumped up and damp at the thought of the abrupt and deeply wicked direction things have taken.\n\n'Well, don't want them to feel awkward,' you think with a grin, quickly shedding your own clothing.\n\nSoon Ayako is on her back, soles of her feet braced on the floor and lifting her hips up, presenting her pussy to Dasher's lapping tongue as she uses one hand to spread herself open for him, the other kneading one of her large tits as she moans and gasps. Laura meanwhile has already gotten on all fours, her ass wiggling in the air as Dancer's tongue works over her pussy and flicks over her puckered rear hole. Every so often it sounds like one or the other starts to say something... maybe that they should stop, or that they just can't believe they're actually doing this... but it's obvious they're too far gone to actually get it out without dissolving into further moans and cries.\n\nDefinitely seems like it's all worked out exactly as you hoped! Time to grab your-\n\n<hr>\n[[-dick.|BudBless]]\n\n[[-cell phone.|BudBless6x2]]

-Update 1-\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric's choices for asking Santa for [[a family|XmasFamStart]] have been revised and some opened up.\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can now [[stay at magic school|RunFF10x3]] over the break.\n-Update 2-\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can now look at the [[high-tech gizmos|QOSchool1x6]] or vehicles on Nile.\n* <b>Main:</b> Holly can [[be snippy|HollyOct1x2]] to the cat and witch trick-or-treaters.\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can agree to be a [[breeder|EricMF3x6]] for Big Momma's orc tribe.\n* <b>Main:</b> While fucking Darian during the blackmail threesome, Buddy can tell his mother to [[play with herself|BuddyPunk4x7]] or suck Darian's nipples.\n-Update 3-\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can now offer [[no comment|QOBro8x1]] to Sandy asking if he's a virgin, or answer Lil [[either way|QOBro7x1]]. In a nearby dimension, he can also find that Will left [[a pair of panties|QOBro2x5]] out as a gift.\n* <b>Main</b>: Cypher can now bet his [[sex|CyEE1x1]] at Equivalent Exchange. She can also continue playing after being turned into [[a gynoid|CyEE1x2]].\n-Update 4-\n* <b>Main:</b> Mike can go to the [[arcade|MikeFiesta2x4]] on the last night of the week after befriending the animatronics.

Jack Junior, sometimes "Jackie" though he's disliked that one as he's gotten older, and you're unable to call him just "Junior" without doing a bad Sean Connery impression so there's that. There's some occasional confusion but it's not <i>that</i> hard to work around. At fifteen he's going through a stage much as you did where he's kind of on the lean side without much muscle tone and, well, obviously a bit on the nerdy side, not very assertive, spends a lot of time on the computer. Hey, you were much the same, you figure he'll grow out of it. (Admittedly you maybe only finally completely and totally grew out of that when you got divorced and exercise turned out to be a really good way to work off some anger issues but hey, that's still a good number of years ago now!)\n\nEither way, as you're sitting in the living room channel surfing, he comes downstairs. You're often amazed how much he looks like you... well, a smaller, kinda cuter version of you, admittedly, especially since that long hair does make him look a little, well, just slightly girly, but you would certainly never tell him that. It's your philosophy that kids have enough rules and heavily regimented structure in their lives, they should be allowed to decide what they do with their own heads. Admittedly the baggy black hoodie and slightly baggy jeans sort of help push that slight androgynous look, but hey, again, let him dress how he wants as long as it's not going to cause problems if he ever walks near an industrial magnet.\n\n"Hey, Dad," he murmurs, obviously a bit nervous and rubbing at his upper arm.\n\n"Hey, bud, what's up? Nervous over something?"\n\n"Kinda," he admits, bobbing his head. He's usually decently confident but you guess everyone gets nerves. "There's something I kinda wanted to talk about..."\n\n"I have a fair idea," you reply dryly, turning off the TV and sitting back.\n\n"Y-yeah? I mean, I've dropped hints, but..."\n\n"I'm guessing you want to talk about-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-that new high-end gaming setup."|JackBoy]]\n\n[["-introducing your girlfriend."|JackBoy1x1]]\n\n[["-hitting the gym."|JackBoy]]\n\n[["-taking a trip."|JackBoy]]\n\n[["-<i>that</i>."|JackBoy2x1]]

"When you wake up, you'll forget all of this happened, and instead remember watching the movie and finishing it. But you'll all take it as a given that you are my property and you have to obey everything I say, it will be as natural to you as breathing."\n\nYou wait for them to chorus back your instructions, then hit the power button for the TV. Gradually their eyes clear and they blink, before Motoko yawns and stretches, Nanako standing up to do the same while Shizue covers her own yawn daintily with a hand. "Hwaaah! That was pretty good, though I wonder why it feels like I napped through it?" Nanako wonders aloud.\n\n"I wonder. Hey, Nanako, how do you feel about me?" you ask, pointing at your own chin.\n\n"Ah? Well, you own me, don't you? I'm your property, even if you're a weirdo foreigner," she replies, giving you a look that says she doesn't even understand why you'd ask.\n\nHa. Okay, well, that would seem to confirm that she both acknowledges your ownership of her and that she doesn't see anything odd about it, even as the rest of her "charming" personality is intact. "Alright then, give me your panties."\n\n"Yeah, sure," she answers breezily, sliding her hands up under her skirt. Shizue and Motoko both watch as she slips her fingers into the waistband of her white cotton panties and slides them down, as if it were perfectly ordinary for her to do so, and the bratty teenager slips the panties over her shoes before straightening up and holding them out to you. "Here y'go," she says nonchalantly... well, you guess the panties are your property too, in her mind.\n\n"And you don't mind if I, say, use these to jerk off?" you ask as you take them, grinning and flitting them back and forth a bit.\n\nYou'd expect Shizue to blush at that, Motoko to snicker, and Nanako to throw a fit, but all three of them seem to still be calm as Nanako gives a shrug. "Seems kinda perverted but whatever."\n\n<hr>\n[[Have some more fun with her then.|AustinJP]]\n\n[[Have some fun with all three.|AustinJP]]\n\n[[Call it a night, for now.|AustinJP]]

Soon you spot-\n\n<hr>\n[[-a nerd and a hot girl!|BudQOH7x2]]\n\n[[-Cerberus! (The triple demon!)|BudQOH7x3]]\n\n[[-Tifa and Cloud!|BudQOH7x4]]

* <b>Main</b>: Decided Jamie's PeopleSlider had too much overlap with MeistroComp's concept and replaced it with the [[MentaGuide|QONile2x1]]. (May add it back in if I ever get some really good ideas for it.)\n* More of Jamie exploring Sandra's Shell.\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can fantasize about [[being a girl|QODS3x1]] after getting called on to dogsit again.\n* <b>Main:</b> December is now a season available to [[Buddy|BuddyStart]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Monk Cyan can [[wait for Bellweather to wake up|GGMonk5x4]] the morning after.\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can now [[meet Joshua for lunch|QOSchool6x1]].\n* <b>Main:</b> The [[magical kingdom|QONile7x1]] is now available for Jamie to buy on Nile.\n* <b>Main:</b> Mike now has a new (and available) option after making the Fast Felipe's animatronics [[horny|MikeFiesta1x2]].\n* More of Jamie and Joshua.\n* Fixed Jamie's last name in the King Jamie plotline. I'll be able to remember the names I've given my characters one of these days.

You'd been doing some research on some of the more <i>interesting</i> places to go around town, now that you were fairly certain that you didn't have to worry about, say, getting mugged or various other consequences of going somewhere risky and wild. One in particular popped into your head when Laura suggested going out, and since it's likely to work out, you decide to just roll with it. "You know, on the subject of going out, there's a place I've been thinking I'd like to go, but since they don't allow single people only couples or groups..."\n\n"Oh?" Laura raises an eyebrow. "What sort of place is that?"\n\n"A BDSM club," you say casually, though unable to keep from grinning. You continue as they both stare a bit. "It's a place called 'Sweet Dreams', apparently that's their policy for keeping things a little orderly, only groups of two or more allowed in. Apparently it's something of a sexual wonderland in there."\n\nBoth Laura and Ayako are silent for long enough that you start to worry that you might have pushed your blessing too far... so it's a relief when Laura glances at her wife. "You know, we <i>had</i> discussed getting into more... <i>interesting</i> lifestyles."\n\n"It's a bit of jumping in the deep end, but I guess that's just how some people learn to swim, right?" Ayako says cheerfully, raising a finger and tilting her head slightly as she smiles. "If we hedge about when it's a good time, it will never be a good time, so why not? Plus this way we can get Buddy in too."\n\n"So, I think we're definitely up for it," Laura continues, looking back at you, a slight blush on her cheeks but a heat in her eyes. "But surely a place like that doesn't open until well after dark, right?"\n\n"Which gives us time to have lunch, go shopping, maybe have dinner, and then come back and get ready," you answer breezily, grinning wider. "I mean, unless the two of you already have stuff to wear suitable for going to a BDSM club?"\n\nThe two of them blush at that, but both shake their heads. "So I guess we're making a day <i>and</i> a night of it," Ayako says with a bit of a laugh.\n\n'I somehow think,' you muse to yourself as the three of you drive out to a pizza place near the bondage store you looked up. 'I'm going to wind up picking out what they wear.'\n\nThe store turns out to be as much of a high-end boutique as anything else in the area, but you guess that's to be expected from the part of town where your friends have settled. It's largely bright and open, the rows of leather and latex and rubber garments displayed just as brightly and without shame as another store might their designer dresses and sport coats. And, much as you might expect, after a bit of staring around in fascination, Laura and Ayako turn to you.\n\n"Well, we hardly know where to begin, but seems like you've been considering trying this for awhile," Laura says dryly. "So maybe you should pick something out for us to start?"\n\n"Hm, alright," you say, plastering an expression of surprise on your face briefly before strolling forward. Hm, where to start... the first piece of the whole that will lead you to just the night of debauchery you were hoping for...\n\n<hr>\n[[Hoods.|BudBless4x2]]\n\n[[Collars.|BudBless5x1]]\n\n[[Riding crops.|BudBless]]

The Mega Man has gotta just be a big, basic dick right? Why not stick with the classic? "I'll take the Mega Man," you assert, plunking down the bag of currency.\n\n"Alright, let's see..." He rummages around briefly, before coming up with what looks a lot like a dildo. "Here we are!"\n\n"Uh." You blink a bit, mostly because it's, well... blue. Or more of a bluish silvery color, mostly, though in place of veins it has angular little LED strips that actually are glowing blue. The attached balls at the base are almost perfectly spherical, and running down the top, bottom, and sides are a series of round 'rivets' that are presumably designed to enhance stimulation. It's definitely a very robot-y looking phallus, and... "Oh. Right. 'Megaman'," you mutter, putting a hand to your face.\n\n"Sorry~, all the 'normal' dicks went rather quickly, all that are left are specialized ones, most of which make some alterations to your mystic code," the dick wizard chirps, even as he steps forward. He's so smooth and casual about lifting the front flap of your outfit and tugging your panties off that you barely even realize he's doing it until he's pressing the base of the dildo to your crotch.\n\nYou jump a little as the sensation of him touching it hits you... along with the distinct thought of 'Cock is now online'. You stare down with wide eyes as the metallic silver-blue color of it spreads out from your crotch, covering your skin and turning it into the same metallic sheen. You're almost too shocked and fascinated to really be scared as it moves over your entire form, your breasts lifting high and firming up completely, turning a slightly whiter shade of blue-silver and apparently formed of some sort of rubber or silicone now. As the color passes over your arms, your elbows and fingers are converted into high-tech socket joints, and more of those blue LEDs appear at various points... including over the front of your crotch, where they form an angular version of the classic 'corruption tattoo', albeit with a power symbol in the center instead of the usual womb shape. Your hair turns a gleaming, metallic copper as it covers over your face, your lips turning into a similar rubbery material as your tits. You blink repeatedly as a HUD appears in your vision, starting to stream various information to you.\n\nYour new HUD identifies the guy as 'Memelin' as he grins at you. "There you go! Don't worry, this modification to your mystic code is completely harmless, you'll still turn back as normal in the morning."\n\n"Understood," you respond near-instantly, then blink at the way it came out. You let out a sigh, even though it feels like you're not really breathing anymore. "Seriously? I'm a <i>robot</i> sexbomb now?"\n\n"Enjoy the party~!" he chirps.\n\nRolling your eyes... even though they're now a digital display... you nevertheless shrug and turn to head back towards the party, not bothering to retrieve your panties... they wouldn't exactly fit now. You're a little embarrassed at the fact that your cock is jutting out ahead of you just as prominently as your tits now... really all you can do is try to drape the front flap of your outfit over it, since being metal it's not exactly going to go limp at any point. Well, you've succeeded at getting yourself a dick, but at what cost?\n\n'Though I guess it's not all bad,' you muse as you walk along the edges of the party, watching information pop up in your vision as you look at the various attendees. Now when you look you get popups of their names (or, presumably, the names of their characters), as well as some interesting information about their interests. Not just their hobbies and such, but like... their sexual interests, kinks, stuff like that. 'That's... potentially very useful,' you muse. As weird as it is to suddenly be a futa robot, as long as <i>that's</i> not a turnoff it looks like you might still have a very... interesting... evening. \n\nAlthough it is still kind of weird, so you wonder if maybe you should find your friends and at least report to them how your quest for dick (haaaa) went. Or, it occurs to you, maybe you could go up to the host station and complain to "Lizzy"... it's their party, shouldn't they know they were understocked on normal dicks in the dick store?! ... Okay, weird thing to bring up, but still!\n\n<hr>\n[[Find a hookup.|BuddyFHP]]\n\n[[Meet back up with the Atalantas and Candy.|BuddyFHP]]\n\n[[Go talk to Lizzy.|BuddyFHP]]

"Nothing at all," you declare breezily. "Well, maybe some collars and boots just to round out the ensemble. And make it obvious."\n\n"... Obvious?" Laura says faintly, her voice breathy with a mixture of fear and arousal.\n\n"That you're free use, of course," you reply, grinning at her and then Ayako. "That your bodies are free to be fondled and stroked and fingered and fucked how anyone wants."\n\n"... Oh," they both say in unison.\n\nAnd then dutifully follow you around the store as you get said boots and collars, and pick out something for yourself to wear. Ah yes. Truly blessed.\n\nThe ride back to their apartment is quiet, the care filled with nervousness, anticipation, and not a little arousal. There's a bit of killing time in which you all chat and indulge in small talk with a veneer of normalcy, but both women's eyes keep drifting back towards the bags where their attire for the night is. Finally the time arrives, and the bags are set on the table. After only a brief hesitation, both Laura and Ayako strip down right there in the living room in front of you, their movements an amusing mix of shy and eager as both bare their large breasts, round hips, and smooth skin. Following the instructions, both bundle back their hair and tuck them under the included caps, before you help them into the hoods themselves. Their distinctive facial features disappear beneath the expanse of black latex and the dark, nearly opaque lenses, leaving their different body shapes and their lips the only thing to distinguish them... and, after an application of truly whorishly red lipstick, even the latter disappears.\n\nAnd then of course, you fuck them both.\n\nYou weren't going to turn over your pretty prizes to the general public in the club without sampling them first, you think smugly as you pound into Laura from behind, the lesbian moaning loudly and eagerly in a way that says she's been thinking about your cock in her pussy for hours. Ayako stands next to the bed, watching what must look like to her a shadow play of you fucking her wife, one hand buried between her legs and the other kneading one of her bare breasts as she watches and dutifully waits her turn. Your hands slide up and down Laura's waist, before you give her ass a few hard slas, making her cry out eagerly as her pussy quivers around you. 'They're definitely very, very into this,' you think smugly as you thrust in and creampie her, filling her pussy with your load, feeling her twitch and shudder and listening to her moan through her own climax. As you're pulling out of her, Ayako is already moving to lay on her back and spread her legs, presenting her pussy for your cock like the eager slut she'll be for the rest of the night, her moans even louder and more eager as you move over and push into her, toying with her tits as you take your time fucking this time, her wife still panting and shuddering, tits swaying beneath her as your cum leaks out of her pussy and down her thighs.\n\nAfter, as the two of them are showering (hoods still on), you get dressed in the boots, leather pants, and high-collared, sleeveless shirt of thin latex that you decided on for your 'master' wear. When the girls come out, you reapply their whorish lipstick for them, and then... decide to be generous and allow them both to put on long coats with hoods before heading to the parking garage where the SUV is. Of course, once you're actually at the car, you order them to remove the coats, the duo once again hesitating only briefly before shrugging out of the garments and baring their lewdly (un)attired bodies to the empty parking garage, their nipples stiff in the night air. You order them both into the rear cargo department... after all, they are the cargo tonight... and after securely closing the door, get in and head off to the club.\n\nYou decide to go all-out and, once you've parked near the 'Sweet Dreams', you simply order Laura and Ayako out of the rear, having left their coats in the back seat. You can see them shivering in pleasured humiliation as they step out, the heels of their boots urging them to present their bare tits and asses as you take them by the arms and walk them right down the sidewalk, in front of various passers-by and the line going out the front door. The bouncer seems to be impressed by your daring when he spots you, and beckons you forward from the line and inside... either that, or he just realizes you've brought party favors.\n\nThe interior of the club is about what you'd expect for a nightclub... dim, pulsing lights, throbbing music, scantily-clad people. Just a lot more people clad in blatantly sexual ways, a lot more completely unclad, and nobody's bothering to hide having sex right out in the open. 'Wow, they really must be confident, wonder which politicians they've got video evidence on?' you muse as you slide your hands down Ayako and Laura's backs, giving their asses a squeeze and using that to urge them forward. There are a couple of X-frames with people on them, at least one of the frames marked as 'FREE USE' by the sign, its occupant writhing and bucking and moaning through a gag as they are, indeed, used. The dancers in cages definitely take on a different meaning here, you think in amusement as you walk through the club, just taking in the sights and crowd.\n\nThe crowd definitely seems to pick up on the vibe you'd decided on for your 'dates', too. Almost immediately as you pass people, hands start reaching out, cupping the girls' breasts, squeezing at them, smacking their asses. Every time the three of you pause, it only gets more blatant too, hands of men and women alike cupping their crotches, fingers pushing into their pussies, teasing their asses, mouths coming down on their nipples. And through it all Ayako and Laura never protest, try to pull away, they only writhe and moan, allowing themselves to be fondled, allowing themselves to be felt as dictated. You haven't quite made it to the bar the first time someone takes it further, a man wearing only his own black hood and a collar stepping up and bending Ayako over, stuffing his cock in her pussy and starting to fuck her right there. You turn a bit, urging Laura to watch the shadowplay of her wife being fucked by a stranger, to listen to Ayako's moans of cock-lust mix with the beat of the music, Laura's pussy squeezing and fluttering around your fingers as you pump them into her half in time with the other man's thrusts.\n\nOnce he's done he wanders off without a word, just a brief nod of thanks to you, and you get Ayako back upright and resume your march to the bar, the flashing colored lights illuminating the streaks of mingled arousal and cum running down her inner thighs. You call a single drink order to the bartender, then settle back against the bar, watching Ayako and Laura look around, their bodies filled with tense anticipation wondering when they're likely to be fucked again.\n\n"Hey man, hot free use bitches!" a man similarly-clad to you but with brightly-dyed red hair calls as he saunters up, cupping Laura's crotch and sliding his fingers smoothly into her sopping cunt, starting to pump them slowly.\n\n"Thanks," you reply with a smirk.\n\n"No thank <i>you</i>," he says with a laugh. "Hey, can I have this one for awhile? I've got a big group of regulars that would love to have some new holes to use!"\n\n<hr>\n[["Sure!"|BudBless]]\n\n[["You can have them both if I can watch."|BudBless]]\n\n[["Not yet, but..."|BudBless]]

You notice the pair of them blushing as you head over towards the selection of hoods in various types and styles. After a moment you pick out a pair of black latex hoods with built-in dark lenses, carrying them back over.\n\n"So that's, um... a thing," Laura murmurs, cheeks and ears bright red.\n\n"The... the lenses look rather dark, I'm not sure we could see out of them," Ayako hedges, biting her lower lip.\n\n"According to the card near them, you'll be able to see shapes and outlines just fine," you reply cheerfully, holding out the hoods... which, after a brief hesitation, both accept. You know the moment they take them in hand that you've got them... they've essentially already agreed they're along for the ride the moment they take the identity-obscuring items in hand. "But not anyone's faces or recognizable features."\n\n"O-oh." Laura squirms a bit in place. "Well. In for a penny... ... I suppose."\n\n"Y-yes. What else will we be wearing?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Full body suits.|BudBless]]\n\n[[Suits with strategic openings.|BudBless]]\n\n[[Nothing.|BudBless4x3]]

"Well for one thing I don't have a cock anymore!" you blurt, your face flushing in a mixture of anger and embarrassment as you say it. "I mean, my dick might not have been the most amazing one in the world, but I'll kind of miss it if it's gone forever!"\n\n"Oh, is that the issue?" Atalanta says as if relieved, her hand dropping to her chest as she lets out a little huff. "Don't worry, then, and please wait right here, I'll be back in a moment," she adds, turning and trotting through the doorway behind her.\n\nYou just stand there staring after her, not sure what to make of that. You straighten up and rub the back of your head, glancing around the empty shop, then look over again as she comes back out... and stare at what she's holding. A rather sizeable flesh-colored dildo, the sort molded complete with realistic veins and a pair of balls on the bottom. She comes around the counter and walks up to you, and swiftly snags the front of your pants with the fingers of one hand and slips the dildo in with the other, her motions so casual and graceful that you barely have time to blink.\n\n"What on Earth are you mmmmf," you groan, feeling a strange sensation as something rubs against the inside of the cloth. Then you're distracted as Atalanta sinks to her knees in front of you, calmly (and, it turns out luckily, carefully) sliding the zipper down to let your large, stiff cock spring free. You stare, both at it and her, as it juts out from your pants... it's the same length and girth as the dildo, making it bigger than your own was, but it definitely seems very real since you can feel it throb... and as Atalanta wraps her hand around it and starts stroking, shocking a moan out of you.\n\n"Mm, good, this magic is intended to blend but I was worried that there might still be some reaction," Atalanta says calmly as she continues to stroke your cock, reaching into your open fly with her other hand to draw your balls out and fondle them, making you gasp. "Still, I should perform a thorough test on this, both to make sure it's fully functional and that you're fully satisfied." With that she leans forward, eyes closing, mouth opening to briefly show two cute little kitty-fangs right before her lips close around the head of your prick and she begins to suckle.\n\n"A-ah... oh shit," you moan, shuddering and bracing a hand on the counter. Atalanta bobs her head along your prick a few times, slipping more of it past her lips, before drawing back, her hand sliding to hold your prick close to the root as she works her tongue down the sides. It's just a little rough, making you shudder at the more intense friction of it sliding along your shaft's skin, and the underside of the head, before she slips it back into her mouth and starts bobbing her head again. Her hands briefly move up to undo your belt and the button of the pants, letting them drop to the ground, before she rests one on your hip and the other fondles your balls.\n\nYou have to admit, the sight of a very pretty catgirl in a maid uniform staring up at you as she sucks your cock is starting to make you feel a lot less ruffled than you might normally. Though your view of her is somewhat obscured by your covered-up cleavage. Partly because you want to be able to see Atalanta easier, you unzip the hoodie and tug it open. But the sight of those big, heavy breasts tempt you, and it's not long before you raise your hands to them, starting to knead and squeeze your own tits, tweaking at the nipples and moaning loudly as the sensation mingles with that of your cock stretching Atalanta's throat open.\n\nShe gives a soft quag as she takes it all the way down, her nose brushing against your hairless crotch above the root of your cock, before she continues to bob her head a few inches back and forth along it, apparently unconcerned about her air supply. That slightly-rough tongue keeps working over the underside of your shaft, stirring you up more and more as you work your new melons ever more eagerly, with every little thrill of pleasure from them coming to love them more and more. Your cock starts throbbing harder, and Atalanta quickly pulls back, gasping in a bit of air as she slides off your prick and starts stroking it quickly. You give a little cry as your cock shudders in her hand, starting to spurt long, thick streamers of cum across her face and into her open mouth, each spurt almost more than one of your entire loads would have been before. It smears across her face, in her pretty green bangs, one bit of it even hits one of her cat ears and makes it flick.\n\nSwallowing the creamy white pooled in her mouth, Atalanta rises to her feet while you're still busy panting and gasping. She moves to the counter and bends over it, her tail raising up high and taking her skirt with it, baring a pert ass hugged by tight, thin white panties that conform closely to the cleft between her buttocks. She looks over her shoulder at you, her face smeared with your cum, her expression nevertheless solemn as she says, "Now, Master, please feel free to finish testing yourself with my pussy." A beat. "No jokes, please."\n\nJokes are probably the last thing on your mind (even if that one was really obvious) as you shrug out of the hoodie, stepping out of the loose sneakers and pants, completely naked as you move up behind her and skin the panties down around her thighs. Her pussy is visibly wet, glistening and with a bit of gold and green fur on the front of it, some of it wet and matted closer down to her entrance. She gives off a soft gasp as you trace your fingers up and down her slit, then repeat the motion with the tip of your prick. Then you slowly push inside her, feeling her spread open around you. Unable to help yourself, you grip at the base of her tail with one hand, smirking some as the composed catgirl gives a little yip of surprise. As you finish sinking your cock into her, you reach forward with your other hand and begin scratching around her ears.\n\nYou almost melt as she begins purring, not just because of how cute it is, but because it sends light vibrations through her entire body... including her pussy, making it gently vibrate around you. You begin thrusting eagerly, feeling her squeeze and dampen just as eagerly around you, Atalanta giving her own soft, somewhat feline cries as you fuck her against the counter, right there in the store, the door with its flashing 'Open' sign almost directly behind you, anyone that even passed by likely to be able to look in and see not just your bouncing asscheeks and swaying balls, but the sides of your jiggling tits as you fuck so energetically. Eventually you have to shift your hands to grab Atalanta's slender waist as you settle into a near-frenzy of fucking her, the catgirl yowling with abandon until you finally cry out and thrust into her, your cock twitching and pumping your load deep inside, your back arched up high to lift your huge tits up as if on display. Atalanta throws back her head and gives a surprisingly thunderous roar as her pussy squeezes tightly around you, milking you of every last drop.\n\nShortly after, you sit in the break room of the shop, still naked and with your cock flopped over the top of one curvy thigh as Atalanta makes tea. She looks all put-together, but you know that beneath her skirt your cum must be soaking into her panties. "Still, I'm not entirely sure what I'm going to do," you admit. "I can access a lot of my assets remotely, but eventually I'll have to confirm my identity in person for some of it, and I won't really be able to do that anymore. I could start over investments, but I'd have to create a new identity for myself, and that's not always as easy as hacker movies make it seem. Not to mention the fact that, well, I look like Mai Shiranui now."\n\nAtalanta pauses in pouring the tea, her ears twitching. She looks up thoughtfully, then turns towards you, handing you the cup. "Well. I do know of a place where a person with your appearance and assets is rather in demand. The Owner knows people there, we could get you a job."\n\nYou quirk an eyebrow. "I'm listening."\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|BuddyOct6xEnd]]

"Alright, listen you!" you snap, slamming a hand against the counter and pointing at her with the other. "You said that if I wasn't completely satisfied with my experience, then you'd do what you could to make me satisfied! Well I'm pretty darn unsatisfied!"\n\n"Oh dear, why?" Atalanta asks, looking honestly confused as she tilts her head again. \n\nYou open your mouth to reply, but nothing comes out. You're just so awestruck by the question that you can't quite rally. Apparently she doesn't get how being turned into the opposite gender is a big deal or something! What is she, from some world where genderswaps are exceptionally common?! But apparently that's not enough, you're going to have to give her a somewhat more concrete reason. "Because-!"\n\n<hr>\n[["-I don't have a cock!"|BuddyOct6x7]]\n\n[["-I can't get laid like this!"|BuddyOct]]\n\n[["-I'm going to miss the party!"|BuddyOct]]\n\n[["-none of my clothes fit!"|BuddyOct]]

No, you're definitely better off going in person, besides if this is really some sort of weird spell or something they'd need you there to undo it, right? But obviously you can't leave the house dressed like you are! You strip out of the skimpy costume and quickly find an oversized white zip-up hoodie in the closet, pulling it on over your bare top... the inside feels a little funny against your apparently sensitive new breasts, and doesn't exactly hide the bulge of them or their jiggling, but they are completely covered at least. You find a pair of pants and a belt that you can cinch a bit tighter around your thinner waist, though they have to stretch a bit over your newly generous hips and ass. Then you grab your wallet, keys, the box, and shove on a pair of now oversized sneakers before rushing out to your car.\n\nYou try not to drive too crazy on your way over, but it's not easy considering the situation... also moving your arms to turn the wheel keeps making your humongous hooters wobble around under the hoodie. Eventually you arrive at Cosplay Casbah, relieved to see the Open sign still on in the window. Grabbing the box, you rush inside, hurrying to the counter where you spot Atalanta (now wearing an admittedly very cute blue and white maid uniform) and slam the box down. "What did you guys do to me?!"\n\n"Ah?" She blinks, looking at you for a moment. Then she raises her hand to her mouth. "Oh dear. Master, what are you wearing?"\n\n"A pair of huge tits I didn't have this morning!" you blurt back, cupping your hands under them and giving them a lift for emphasis.\n\n"No, Master, I mean you changed your clothing. That's pretty bad," she answers, shaking her head as her ears give a flick. "The spell that makes the costume 'authentic' generally only functions until morning, as long as you don't do certain things. One of those things is putting on other clothes. That muddies up the magic and makes it think the form you're currently wearing is natural, so you don't change back."\n\n"WHAT?!" you shriek again. "Why didn't you tell me any of this?!"\n\nAtalanta calmly opens the box, rifling through it for a moment, before holding up a small rectangle of glossy paper that reads 'Before donning costume', which you ignored since you assumed it was basically just some sort of ass-covering liability disclaimer. But sure enough it says 'Do not put on other clothes over costume or change clothes before morning' right as the first bullet point.\n\nYou hang your head, trying to get your breathing under control. You rub your face with both hands, trying to come to grips with all of this. Of course part of your brain wants to say this is all ridiculous, there's no such thing as magic, but you've got tits and a pussy that are a pretty compelling argument otherwise. You take another deep breath, then say, "Okay, what if I put on another costume? A <i>guy</i> costume? Then maybe I'll reset to normal at morning, right? Or at least I'd be a guy again!"\n\n"I really wouldn't recommend that, sir," Atalanta answers, grimacing a little. "It's not a good idea to mix magics. I mean, I will sell you another costume if you really want, but I don't recommend it."\n\n<hr>\n[[Buy a guy costume.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[Demand satisfaction.|BuddyOct6x6]]

Wait, the store that sold you this! And that... suspiciously realistic catgirl! They must be behind this, or at least know what's happening! At least, you hope! You scrabble over to the computer, trying to ignore the way your bared breasts (and your ass, you think from the feeling) are jiggling with the motions as you pull the information up about them. There, there's their phone number, you'll call them and find out what's going on!\n\n... Wait, should you really call? If you just claim to have changed sexes on the phone, you'll sound like you're crazy. Maybe you should actually go over there in person, with all of your ID, to at least have a better chance of proving what happened.\n\n<hr>\n[[Call.|BuddyOct7x1]]\n\n[[Go in person.|BuddyOct6x5]]

"... WHAT?!" you shriek, looking down and yanking apart the straps of your outfit, the massive mammaries now attached to your chest tumbling out and wobbling with your movements. You stare at them, then back up at the mirror, watching a real-life version of Mai Shiranui stare back at you with big brown eyes. You quickly shove a hand under the front flap to cup your crotch, and feel nothing... no bulge, no nothing, just a very strange sensation as your fingers touch the plump labia of a female sex beneath the cloth. Even your hips and ass have changed shape, your legs, your arms, everything... you're a bombshell of a woman!\n\nPutting your hands to the side of your head, you try to get your breathing under control. This has to be... a hallucination, or a dream or something, right? Pinch yourself, that's what they always do on TV! For some reason your hands automatically go to your nipples at the thought, giving the pink nubs a firm squeeze, and making yourself yelp (and maybe moan just a little). ... Okay, not a dream. Or if it is it's a really thorough one. \n\n"Ohgod ohgod ohgod," you murmur, reflexively pacing back and forth, then stopping when that sets your tits to jiggling. You stop, swallow hard, then take a few (very slow) deep breaths. Okay... okay, somehow putting this costume on has turned you into a woman. ... An Asian(?) woman. Wait, no, that doesn't matter! You have to think, you have to get help or something... \n\n<hr>\n[[Get help from the store.|BuddyOct6x4]]\n\n[[Get help from a friend.|BuddyOct10x1]]

You eye the image on the box of 'Bouncy Kunoichi'... you're really not entirely certain how you'd wear that thing. For that matter you're not entirely sure how it would stay in place on a woman! It would probably be borderline indecent either way, especially for you since you'd be much more likely to spill out of certain parts of it. ... But, hell, it is kind of a wild party you're going to anyway. And it might be kind of hilarious to show off such a fanservicey, blatantly skimpy outfit on a guy. Shaking your head and grinning, you point at the box with the picture of the well-endowed woman wearing strips of red and white. "I'll take the Mai Shira-, ah, 'Bouncy Kunoichi' costume then, I guess."\n\n"I don't think you'll be disappointed, sir, please enjoy yourself," Atalanta answers as she brings the box over to the counter to ring you up.\n\nYou open up the box when you get home, glancing through. There's not a whole lot to it, really... the skimpy outfit, some gloves and things for your feet, tabi socks or whatever you'd call them, a wig and some makeup, and a couple of folding fans, which are probably the only props the costume really needs. Trying not to talk yourself out of your costume selection, you set it aside until the following day. Early in the evening you lay everything out and, freshly showered, start to pull it on.\n\nFirst there's the extremely skimpy panties. A G-string that, on a woman, probably wouldn't do more than just barely cover her cleft. Still, nothing for it you suppose, so you pull them on and hike the string over your hips, feeling it slip between your buttcheeks, the front of them basically hugging against the bottom of your balls. Pretty daring, but hey. They're a little uncomfortable at first but as you move to start swinging the strips of the main garment into place over your shoulders and belting them around your waist with the scarf, they start to get less so, the strings resting a little easier above the curve of your hips and between the roundness of your asscheeks, the panties resting more easily against your skin. Once you've got the sash with its long tails in place, you sit down on the bed and lift your leg up to start pulling on the socks and buckling on the leg guard, your chest pillowing a little against your curvy thigh as you do up the ties, wobbling some as you shift and lift the other leg instead. \n\nYou hop to your feet easily, chest giving an energetic jiggle as you pull on the gloves and fasten them as well, then sweep the wig onto your head and settle it in place. You run your hands over it, marveling how the seam just seems to disappear, leaving the long brown ponytail swaying behind you as you head into the bathroom. Leaning forward, you rest a hand on the counter and pucker your full lips, applying some of the bright red lipstick to them and smacking them once before straightening up, tits bouncing as you rest your hands on your full, essentially bare hips. "There! Looking great!" you enthuse, doing a few light turns back and forth, the front flap of your outfit flipping up a bit to show off the tiny panties hugging against the curve of your pussy. So sexy!\n\n<hr>\n[[Wait, something seems off...|BuddyOct6x3]]\n\n[[Time to party!|BuddyMai1x1]]

The ratings for this 'Cosplay Casbah' place do seem pretty high, and not all of them seem to be overloaded with pidgin Japanese either so it seems a good bet. You hop in the car and head on over, and are soon walking through the door into an area full of bright colors, shiny plastic accessories, and slightly shinier metal accessories. It's quite a lot of stuff, really, definitely not the bare shelves you were worried you'd find. Of course, with all this stuff, you now face looking through all of it trying to find a costume that suits you. Hm, might actually be nice to have some help...\n\nAs if summoned, what you figure must be an employee steps out from behind one of the racks of clothing. Must be, because she's got multicolored hair, is wearing a black dress of a style that no one would quite wear just for going out shopping, and has, er, is wearing cat ears and a tail.\n\n"Hello, Master, and welcome to Cosplay Casbah," she says, sketching a quick bow with her hands together. Wait, did you just see the cat tail swish around? Huh, must be motorized, either she shops high-end or this store has some seriously upscale stuff. "I am your faithful Servant, Atalanta, and please let me know if there's anything I can help you with today," she says in a slightly formal, rehearsed tone.\n\n"Ah, thanks. Actually I'm looking for a costume for a party tomorrow, and I was hoping you could offer some suggestions, maybe show me the stuff that's in my size?" you ask, grinning at her. She is pretty cute after all.\n\n"The owner guarantees that all of our costumes are 'one size fits all', no matter your proportions," Atalanta answers evenly, gesturing to the nearby rack as if to say you could take any of them you liked right now. Which seems a pretty lofty claim, considering some of the anime and game fans you've met, but she says it with such straightforward sincerity that you kind of believe her. "However, if you would like help choosing, the Owner has a number of 'fully featured' costumes that are complete and come with appropriate accessories as well, so that you do not have to worry about assembling them piecemeal."\n\nThat perks you up. "Oh hey, that would be great! Ah, say, while I'm at it, are these costumes officially licensed?"\n\nAtalanta pauses in mid-turn, her tail flicking very convincingly, ears doing the same, before she turns back to you. "The Owner makes all of these costumes themselves, to satisfy their strict standards of quality and authenticity. So no, I'm afraid they are not licensed and we must refer to them in somewhat more generic terms. However, I assure you that these costumes will provide a level of authenticity that you will not receive from any officially licensed product sir, and if you are not completely satisfied with the experience then I will do everything in my power to make you so."\n\n"Hm. Guess I can't argue with a guarantee like that," you answer, just giving her a light smile. You're not sure if she's actually flirting with you in her own somewhat deadpan manner, or if that's just a general company line... either way best not to be a creep about it. "Alright, what do you have in the full sets?" \n\n"Please follow me," Atalanta answers as she walks over to the long counter along one side of the showroom. She slips behind it and ducks down, then begins lifting boxes up onto the counter, each with a picture of the character whose costume they contain. "Alright sir, we currently have '[[King of the Britons|BuddyOct8x1]]', '[[Hero of Ages|BuddyOct]]', '[[Tuxedo Hero|BuddyOct]]', '[[Space Commander|BuddyOct]]', and '[[Resist Harder Horse|BuddyOct]]' in male costumes," she concludes, setting a box with a picture of positively memetic status on the side on the counter. She ducks back down, her tail the only thing really visible sticking up in the air as she continues. "And in female costumes-"\n\n"Um," you interrupt, fighting the urge to lean over and look at her while she's bent down like that, since you don't want to test just how devoted she is to this whole 'anime girl' thing. "Why are you looking at the female costumes?"\n\nShe pauses, the tip of her tail flicking, before she straightens up and holds up an index finger, informing you solemnly, "'Crossplay' is very popular sir. I highly advise you to consider it, it can make for a very amusing evening for everyone."\n\nYou suppose there would be a lot of laughs if you showed up dressed in a miniskirt, so you shrug. "Yeah, okay, sure."\n\n"Alright, in female costumes we have '[[Bouncy Kunoichi|BuddyOct6x2]]', '[[Princess of the Mushrooms|BuddyOct]]', '[[Anti-Demon Ninja|BuddyOct]]', '[[Meido Honor|BuddyOct15x1]]'... hm, that one might be misfiled," she murmurs, pausing to look at the box once she's set it down. Then she ahs, looking at you and holding up a finger again. "We also have a quite good selection of complete and accessorized [[schoolgirl uniforms|BuddySGStart]] if you were interested in those."

* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can now download the [[SpinJob|QONile2x1]] or MeistroComp apps from Nile.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can now [[seduce|GGDog1x10]] her drunk and depressed mother.\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can now order the [[Sexaroid|QONile1x7]] or the BFFBot from the Nile android shop. He can also browse the [[magical items|QOSchool1x6]].\n* Jamie can make his mother act slutty with SpinJob. He can also decide to use SpinJob on Maya instead.\n* <b>Main</b>: Jamie can tell Shotiel that being fucked by the incubus made him feel [[unclean|QOInc6x2]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Mallory-using-Jamie's-body can now choose the [[bank account|QOInc8x3]] instead of the safety deposit box at the bank.\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can [[stay in the library|QOSchool1x3]] after school.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cypher can now [[suck the weapon merchant's cock|CySW2x2]] to be allowed to buy the Omnisonic Disruptor.\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can wear the [[cool shirt|QOSchoolStart]] on his first day of school.\n* More of Jamie and Gideon.\n* Jamie can enslave Maya using SpinJob. He can also use SpinJob on Kevin.

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You are an adult female between the ages of thirty and forty. You've got some life history behind you and think you have a pretty good handle on things. (Which may or may not be true.) You also think the world is a boring, mundane place with few real surprises around the corner. (Which, again, may or may not be true.)\n\n[[Celeste|CelesteStart]]: A thirty-two-year-old former office worker, you've hit the skids pretty hard. You're living out of your car and the only reason you still have that is that you hide it when you park each night. You've gotta turn things around somehow...\n\n[[Helen|HelenStart]]: A thirty-one-year-old teacher, you've made a real name for yourself over the last several years. You've got your pick of a number of choice assignments, limited only by the opportunities you think you'll provide.\n\n[[Marei|MareiStart]]: You're a thirty-eight-year-old single mother, currently living off the pension and life insurance of your late husband. You spend most of your time doing various work with the community and taking care of your offspring.

Well. You've gotta start somewhere, you guess. You're clearly not getting anywhere on your own, and really, it's just Marius playing wingman, right? That's a manly, guy-type thing! "Ah, yeah, if you could put in a good word for me or something..."\n\n"I'll do a little more than that. Here, follow me," he adds, heading off towards one side of the room. Curious, you follow him, though you grow more apprehensive as he leads you to a little out-of-the-way spot that's partially hidden from the rest of the party. "Now, just wait here, I'll be right back."\n\n"O... kay?" You really hope this isn't some sort of horrible prank... especially since you don't have terrible psychic powers to punish everyone for it, thus all that would happen is you having a really rotten night. But you've already resolved yourself to getting helped out, so you stand and wait. You're almost a little surprised when you see Marius walking back towards you with a slightly dubious-seeming Maria beside him. "Ah... hi again," you greet her, admittedly lamely.\n\n"Hi," she says, eyeing you, then glancing at Marius. "Soooo... what was it you wanted to show me?"\n\nMarius just grins, then stares at her intently. You watch with a bit of shock as Maria's eyes briefly glaze over... then she smiles and turns towards you, without a word sinking to her knees in front of you and starting to undo your pants.\n\n"H-huh?!" you squeak, eyes going wide as the initial shock freezes you in place.\n\n"You're right, when I take a second look at him, he's tooootally hot, I can't control myself," Maria moans as she tugs down your underwear in front, your half-hard cock springing out... and hardening to full in moments as she slips the tip into her mouth and starts bobbing her head, tongue eagerly lapping and curling against the underside.\n\n"You have fun now!" Marius chirps before sauntering off, before your brain can really kick in to understand what's happening.\n\nOf course, what's happening is that the amazingly gorgeous girl who shot you down earlier is currently sucking your dick in public, with only the slight angle of a wall and some furniture to keep you both from the full view of the noisy, crowded party going on nearby. Considering that, though, you still can't really come up with much of a response... other than to put both hands on Maria's head and try to muffle your moans as she starts deepthroating your now thoroughly stiff prick, one of her hands lovingly fondling your balls and the other rubbing along your hip and waist. What's shocking about this... well, other than <i>everything</i> is just how into it she seems! It's like she can't get enough of your cock now that Marius was the one to introduce the two of you, her tongue eagerly working over you even as she gulps down your shaft again and again, poking past her beautifully-painted lips to tease at the base of your balls every time she deepthroats you.\n\nHer hand drops away from your hip to pull down her top, beautiful pale brown breasts spilling free, nipples stiff in the dim lighting. Her eyes are fixed on your face almost worshipfully as she works your cock over, lifting one of her breasts up and kneading it seemingly more for your viewing pleasure than to try and get herself off. That's enough to push you over the edge... really, you probably were only able to hold out for so long just on the shock of how sudden her approach was. You spill into her mouth, and Maria unhesitatingly swallows every last drop, her slender throat working visibly as she gulps it down.\n\nShe draws back and rises up, her lips parted as she breathes heavily, bare tits jiggling a bit both with that and the motion of her wrapping her hands around your cock and jerking you in quick, short motions, making you shiver. You can't be absolutely sure with the noise of the party, but you're pretty sure she's panting... it's almost like she's in heat! An impression that's only intensified as she turns and leans forward against the wall with one hand, reaching back to haul up her tight skirt with the other, revealing her complete lack of panties. At the sight of her glistening, dripping pussy, the part of your brain with more rational thoughts in it completely shuts down, and you slide up behind her, pushing your prick right into that waiting, wet hole. \n\nYou find your hips naturally matching the pulsing, thumping beat of the hardcore techno song that's started playing, slapping against Maria's bare ass with as much force as your slim body can muster. You lean forward, grabbing those swaying, wobbling tits and kneading them, almost overcome with the bestial desire to breed, completely lost in the moment no matter how little sense it makes. The fact that a few feet away from you people are partying and drinking, needing only to wander over a bit or even lean over to discover you having sex in the crowded room makes you feel like some sort of god instead of intimidating you as it normally would. Maria's moans of ecstasy just barely make it to your ears through the sound of the music, urging you on, stroking both your cock with her gripping, soaking pussy and your ego with her vocalizations of pleasure. \n\nYou're not even sure whether it's a minor amount of good sense or the pure lust of the situation that causes you to pull out at the last moment, giving your dripping cock a few last strokes before spilling your load all over Maria's beautiful caramel-colored ass. Heavy splatters of creamy white fall across the perfect curves as Maria shakes and wiggles them, hips giving a few little bucks as if she were cumming just from being jizzed on. After a moment of you standing there panting, feeling dazed and confused, she reaches back and pushes her skirt back down, the tight, shiny material smearing your seed all over her skin as she straightens up. She turns around and leans in, surprising you one more time with a deep, passionate kiss, as if she were the one thanking you for the whole thing, before her eyes go a little glazed again and she wanders off back towards the party.\n\nYou're left standing there, actually wobbling in place a little, before you can think enough to tuck yourself away and zip up. 'W-whoa,' you think, before deciding you definitely need a drink.\n\nThe rest of the night passes in a bit of a blur, with your head still swimming with the memory of what happened. You're vaguely aware of hanging out with Allen and Cal, and being embarrassed by them several times pointing out the goofy smile on your lips, but other than that the rest of the party continues as you'd consider normal.\n\nIn fact over the next few days, life settles into nomrality you'd almost assume you had somehow dreamed the whole thing... except Marius continues texting you in a friendly way, and occasionally mentions that he hoped you had fun that night. Part of you is sort of paranoid... the way that all went down, does he have some sort of weird mental powers? That can't be real, right? ... On the other hand, if it <i>is</i> real, does that make him someone you should avoid? Or someone you should get closer to?\n\nYou're still pretty mixed-up when the next weekend rolls around, and you get a text from Marius asking what you're doing that night. You text back that you're going to hang out with Allen and Cal at one of the Mixed Sciences SSC social rooms that night. A few minutes later he texts back:\n\n<i>Sounds fun! But I could make it a lot more fun. How about I round up some hot to trot girls and send them over to join you guys? Make it as memorable an evening for all three of you as it was for you on that first night, huh?</i>\n\nYou stare at the message. Is he serious? ... There's certainly no mention of him using some sort of weird psychic powers to get the girls to come over, but then he wouldn't exactly admit to that if he had them, would he? While your head's still grappling with the moral, ethical, and reality-based conundrum, your cock's certainly voicing its vote by getting hard as a rock in your jeans. Plus, your ego whispers, even if it's Marius rounding up the girls, isn't it basically <i>you</i> who's delivering them to your new friends? That's like... the manliest of the manly stuff, in fact that's the kind of thing that might make you The Man in your friends' eyes, something that if you're truthful you've always longed for. Still... the whole thing's a little weird. Your better sense is warring against your libido and your ego... who will win?\n\n<hr>\n[[Decline Marius's offer.|Gwyn]]\n\n[[Accept Marius's offer.|Gwyn]]\n\n[[Question him further about his methods.|Gwyn]]\n\n[[Tell him you're looking for something different.|Gwyn6x2]]

*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can decide to go through with [[streaming tomorrow|QODil1x8]].\n-Update 2-\n* More of Jamie streaming.\n-Update 3-\n*<b>Main:</b> Buddy-Mai can [[join in|BuddyFHP5x1]] with the cat-twins and Candy. She can also [[complain to Lizzy|BuddyFHP12x1]] after getting centaurfied.

You have to admit, you're kind of beat. It may have only been a couple of orgasms but they were all intense ones, and you're feeling a bit tired. Besides, you've got plenty of time to play around with these things! You take some time to clean the used toys before putting them away, take a quick shower yourself, then flump into bed, quickly falling asleep.\n\nYou wake up the next morning, changed back again, the pink wig sprawled on a pillow. Grinning, you quickly put it back on, already feeling your body starting to slender out as you head to get the rest of the costume.\n\nOnce again attired as a maid (hm, it's really cute but you wonder if there's any way at all to wear something different?), you take a moment to put in the jeweled plug, biting your lip and making pleased noises as it slides in, then tug your panties back up over your ass, dropping your skirt back into place. May as well stay dressed while you make breakfast (well, closer to lunch, you've slept in quite a bit) just so that nothing sensitive gets splashed. You're pattering towards the kitchen when there's a knock at the door.\n\nYou blink. You weren't expecting anyone today. In fact you specifically tried to steer everyone away from visiting this week. But again there's another insistent knock at the door. Sighing, you head towards the front of the house, figuring you'll have to pretend to be an actual maid and that 'you' aren't home. Of course, you're rather surprised when you spot a familiar face through the window in the middle of the door. Unlocking it and opening it a bit, you poke your face out. "Atalanta? What are you doing here?"\n\n"Good morning, Master," Atalanta replies evenly with a bob of the head. "I apologize for disturbing you at home, but the fact of the matter is that the Owner would like to speak with you."\n\n"... The shop's owner?" You step back and blink at her as you open the door some more. "Why?"\n\n"She declined to share that with me, but was very insistent. I highly suggest accepting this visit," the woman replies, her cat ears flicking slightly.\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept.|BuddyOct16x4]]\n\n[[Refuse.|BuddyOct]]

You can't help but think someone's trying to get sued with that name, but you have to admit it's evocative. The long, ivory white, slightly wobbly dildo is modeled on a horse's penis, complete with blunt tip, flared head, and very thick shaft. It should scare the hell out of you, but the moment you saw it you knew you had to try to get it in, the newly-awakened lust for anal stimulation from your previous venture unable to let you say no. The fact that Atalanta told you that your changed body was superhumanly 'durable' might have played a part in that. She also said not to push yourself but, well... you'll work up to the big leagues. \n\nYou decide to start with one of the plugs. You wound up picking a purple one with a cute pink gem on the base, because hey, this body's adorable, why not have adorable sex toys? You lube the plug up thoroughly and then bend over the bed, bracing yourself with one hand and reaching back with the other. It doesn't take much to find your pucker with the tip, and you start slowly pushing it in, moaning softly as the tapering toy pushes you open wider and wider, your slender cock twitching and dripping a little pre. You gasp loudly as you push it past the largest of the bulge and your ass practically sucks it inside of you, the jeweled hilt settling up against your pucker. You moan softly, wiggling your hips and moving your body, constantly aware of the bulging shape inside you. \n\nAfter a few moments you clamber up onto the bed and sprawl on your back, snagging one of the masturbation sleeves and adding a few generous squirts of lube. Pressing the tight little round hole in one end to the tip of your cock, you slowly push it down, gasping both at the tightness around even your slender prick, but also at the way you wind up clenching around the plug in your ass. Even better is when you begin thrusting your hips up into the sleeve, the motions making you work more around the plug and thumping it inside you when your pert ass hits the bed. Unlike your usual, you squeal and moan and cry out plenty, getting off on your own adorable voice as you fuck the latex asshole until you cum in it, every shot feeling like a geyser with your ass clenching around the plug to urge you on.\n\nYou pant for a few moments once you're done, then slide the onahole off before rolling onto your side and reaching back to pull out the jeweled plug. Setting it aside as well, you glance over your other toys before taking the pink 'egg' vibrator and its little control case connected by a cord. Sliding the pill-shaped vibe into your already slick ass, you push it in as deep as two fingers can get it before settling onto your back and taking the remote, flicking it on, then gasping at the sudden buzzing, shaking sensation inside you. Your cock dribbles a little pre again as you pant and squirm, then decide to try playing with your nipples, since they're much pinker and puffier than they were before. You wind up letting out an extremely girlish squeal when they turn out to be very sensitive. Rubbing and pinching your flat boytits, you pant and gasp and moan as you look down at yourself, watching your slender, pretty cock wobble in the air as you jerk your hips, occasionally reaching over to turn the vibration up in between toying with your nipples. When you hit the 'Max' setting it's like pushing an orgasm button, and you grit your teeth and arch your back hard, cock shooting long streamers of cum high into the air to rain down on your belly and chest as you tremble.\n\nYou clean up a little before the next round, and this time wind up selecting one of the more realistically-shaped dildos. The moment you reach between your legs to start pushing it in, and feel your asshole spreading and then closing around the head, you're completely sure of it... you're in love with cock. Moaning sweetly, you keep pushing more of the rubber prick into your eager little asshole, your legs lifted up high to give yourself a better angle to push it in with. The stiff rubber balls press against you at the bottom, and you quickly start pumping it out, whispering "Fuck me, yes, fuck my ass, fuck!" You don't bring yourself off to orgasm this time, instead pulling the dildo out and selecting a slightly larger 'jelly' one, replacing the other. This makes you 'mmf' and squirm as it slides inside you, every squeeze of your ass making it squish in some places and bulge up in others, the rather wobbly, semi-solid feel of it almost as fascinating as it is pleasurable as you fuck yourself with it.\n\nBut you don't get yourself off with that either, instead just bringing yourself to the edge and then letting yourself calm down, lightly playing with your nipples just to keep yourself a little stimulated. Then you roll over onto all fours, braced on one forearm as you pick up one of your other acquisitions... 'King', a dog dildo. Bright red, it's longer than the other two, with a thick knot at the end... something you find yourself looking forward to after the way the plug felt. You bite your lower lip, a bit of a taboo thrill zinging through you as you press the pointed tip to your pucker and start pushing the gradual bulge of the shaft into yourself, the distinctly nonhuman shape making you feel simultaneously guilty and excited. You moan softly as you push it in deeper and deeper, until you feel the bulge of the hard rubber knot pressing against you. You start stroking the rest of the shaft in and out, gasping and whimpering sweetly as you fuck yourself with it, then gradually push the knot inside, letting out soft huffs of intensity at how much it's stretching you, then a yowl as it pops inside, your cock almost instantly jerking and spurting long ropes of creamy white onto the bed.\n\nYou pant for a few moments more, then reach down and begin stroking yourself, moaning softly as you feel your ass clench around the long, canine-inspired faux prick and its hard red rubber knot. You jerk your hips in the air, unable to help imagining a big dog looming over you, panting as empties its load into your ass. (You totally should have bought the version with a 'cum tube' you realize.) Eventually you release your cock and reach back, slowly pulling back on the base of it, feeling your ass stretch again until the knot slips back out. You shiver... then push the knot back in, again gradually letting yourself stretch until it pops inside you. You repeatedly pump the knot in and out of your tight little pucker, until finally you have your first authentic assgasm, your eyes rolling up in your head and tongue lolling out as your spasming, climaxing hole squeezes and ripples around the artificial dog dick.\n\nIt takes a little longer for your mind to clear this time, but you eventually manage to gather your scattered wits enough to pull the dog dildo out and flop onto your back, panting. You look at the area you've been setting the used toys in, then at the layout of unused ones. There's plenty of different ones there... but after making yourself actually cum from your ass alone, and knotfucking yourself with the rubber canine cock, there's only really one thing you could do for a finale.\n\n<hr>\n[[Use Shadowfax.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[Maybe tomorrow night.|BuddyOct16x3]]

"It's not a big deal, just some moving-day blues I guess," you answer with a shrug. "It'll probably take awhile for me to settle in and get used to things, you know?"\n\n"Adapting to a new environment can be difficult," Shirou allows, before he smiles. "Perhaps a party would be just the thing to perk you up and help you feel like you're fitting in."\n\nThat makes you blink. "A party?" Though you do start grinning a little. Apparently American students and Japanese students have at least a little in common.\n\n"It's going to be a fairly large event, with a select batch of students and young alumni there... still a not inconsiderable amount of people. There will be games, and gambling, and discussions of our studies. It will be an invaluable chance to have some fun, meet some of your fellow students, and even do some networking. You are, after all, relatively wealthy now, as well as owning land and a business. It's likely you'll want to make some investments at some point, or have someone invest in you... either way, there will be the sort of people there who can either do so directly or provide you with the connections you need. I'd be more than happy to bring you along as my guest."\n\nWell, since he's offering to bring you as his personal guest, you don't really think you can turn it down. "Alright then, sure, thanks, sounds great."\n\n"Excellent. The party's being held at a building not too far from campus, so we'll meet up here at eight in the evening on Saturday. It's not formal dress, but do try to dress to impress."\n\nWith that in mind, you spend part of the week wandering around clothing stores finding a good outfit... it's a good excuse to stay away from the Hitasuneko until later anyway, as the air continues to be chilly, mildly insulting, or openly hostile depending on who's breathing it there at the moment. You eventually decide on a dark navy suit with a crimson collared shirt... after a fair bit of waffling over a tie, you decide to go without. A bit of a relief since, when you show up for the meeting on Saturday, Shirou has clearly gone a bit more casual from his earlier look as well... he's still wearing a white suit and white shirt, but the cut's a bit more rakish and the shirt has the top few buttons undone, making him look like someone updated a seventies dandy. \n\n"Ah, Austin, good, let's set out, shall we?" Shirou gestures to the sidewalk and you nod, falling into step with him. Shirou grins a bit as you undo a few shirt buttons and rumple your collar a little in imitation of him, but kindly doesn't say anything. "Now, this is a very informal gathering, so no need to stand on honorifics or strict etiquette. There is, however, one rule at these sorts of parties," he adds, holding up a finger. "If you agree to do something, you must do it. That means if you join a party game, you need to abide by the rules until it's done. Similarly, if you make any agreements, you must honor them."\n\n"Not that I'd go around breaking any deals, but you sound awfully serious about that," you note with a bit of a frown.\n\n"I'm not sure you realize just what a prestigious school your great-uncle's lawfirm has secured you entrance to, my friend. There is a heady mix of the most intelligent students, the wealthiest students, and the oldest families here. Many of the alumnus in attendance tonight have already gone on to great success. The price for showing any of them that you're not a man of your word could be... well, don't worry about it," Shirou says, clapping you on the shoulder as the two of you round a corner and start approaching what looks like a three-story office building. "Just follow the rules of any game you play, don't make any promises you can't keep, and don't make any bets you can't cover."\n\n"Bets? There's real-money gambling?"\n\nShirou holds a finger to his lips as the two of you get closer to the entrance. There's a large blonde woman in a suit standing there, wearing sunglasses despite it being well after dark. Shirou presents a card, and she draws a small scanner wand out of her pocket, running it back and forth over the card. She stares at him briefly, then at you, then nods and turns to the door. She waits a moment for there to be a soft click, then opens it up, music spilling out briefly as the two of you step forward and inside. The music's loud but not quite at a painful volume, luckily, though there's plenty of flashing colored lights. It looks like the bottom level has been turned into a mostly open area, fitted with a glowing dance floor, seats and tables, and a bar running along one wall, as well as a DJ booth lifted about halfway up the wall at one end. "Yes, there's gambling, on the third floor," Shirou says, only having to raise his voice slightly to be heard above the music. "Poker, roulette, a few other games of chance and skill. The second floor is focused more around party games and other typical activities, I think there are even a few video rooms. Down here, of course, there's dancing, the bar, and a few other fun things to partake in." He winks at your mildly shocked expression. "All purely voluntary on your part, of course! Now, I need to go say hello to a few people, but I'm sure that I'll catch up to you shortly. Until then, enjoy yourself as you like!"\n\nYou do feel abandoned as Shirou heads off, but not too much... you're not some shy, wilting wallflower, this is hardly your first college party. Okay, it might be the first one on a scale like this but still. You head on in, taking in the ambiance, noting that the outfits range from "full formal dress" to "barely there". Obviously the party's already been going on for a little bit if clothes are already starting to come off. Now let's see, first decision is, where to go to do something...?\n\n<hr>\n[[First floor.|AusJP3x1]]\n\n[[Second floor.|AusJP2x2]]\n\n[[Third floor.|AusJP]]

Without really thinking about it, but rather acting purely on instinct, you drop your phone and grab for a nearby branch, swinging it upward as the upright wolf-creature immediately bolts in, giving a yowl of almost outrage at your apparent intent to resist. The branch smashes across the side of the beast's head... literally, the thing disintegrating into splinters and chips with the wolf-thing barely even flinching, though the shock of impact that travels through your hands and arms says that the wood was probably almost as solid and hardy as a baseball bat.\n\nAnd then the monster is on you, its jaws closing around the meeting of your shoulder and neck and the fangs sinking into you, your own scream of pain somehow seeming drowned out by the sheer weight and presence of the beast bearing you to the ground. Its jaws fall down on you again and again, seemingly more for the love of biting than anything else, and somewhere in the intense horror of this unearthly predator tearing at your helpless body, you pass out.\n\nYou wake with a start, jerking and twisting in the damp sheets, but moving feebly, your body weak. For a moment there's just a generalized shock, your mind too overwhelmed and confused to realize that you're surprised to be waking up at all... let alone in your own bed. You look back and forth, your hair plastered against your head and the pillow beneath you soaked. It is your own bed, your own room, with light coming in through the windows. A glance down at yourself shows that you're naked, but seemingly whole, not so much as a scratch... though your skin is very flushed and you're completely drenched with sweat. As your shock and confusion wears off, you also realize that you feel a deep, all-over ache, like you had a bad case of the flu, though there's only a mild headache and no nausea to go with it. Still trying to make sense of what you remember happening and what's happening now, wondering if it was all some sort of fever dream, you try to sit up, with some vague idea of calling a friend to maybe come over and help.\n\n"Hey, hey, whoa, don't get up."\n\nYou blink and look over towards the door, and wind up staring. There's a strange woman who's just walked into your room... a very tall, very naked strange woman. She looks like she could be a professional martial artist or something, by the tone of her limbs and her six-pack abs, though she's also fairly generously endowed in the chest. Her hair's fairly short and tousled, black with little tufts of auburn and almost grey in it that somehow make her look familiar. Her eyes are such a pale hazel that they look yellow, too, which gets your heart racing and your mind anxious for some reason you can't pin down, to the point that you flinch a little as she walks over towards you and sets down the tall mug she's carrying on the bedside table.\n\n"It's gonna be a rough few days, you really need to spend as much of it resting as possible," she says as she leans forward, breasts hanging down a bit as she presses a hand to your cheek, then your forehead.\n\nCaught between wanting to stare and pure, utter confusion, you croak out, "Rough few days...? What do you... what are you talking about? Who are you, why are you here?"\n\n"Um. Yeah. Rough." She settles in to sit on the side of the bed, still turned towards you. "The... I don't know, virus, curse, whatever it is, it takes a lot out of you for the first few days. Who I am... well, I'm Mabel, and I'm here to help you because..." She lets out a soft huff, closing her eyes, then looking at you. Up close, you realize they aren't 'almost yellow'... they're actually a soft amber color. "Because this is my fault, so I'm trying to help."\n\n"Your fault? What do you mean your fau-" You choke a little as the obvious implication sinks in. "You were the thing that attacked me?!"\n\n"Yeah. I couldn't really stop myself... the best I could do was hold back so that I didn't tear you to pieces." Her expression is pained as she continues. "Look, I'm sorry. I try to avoid this kind of thing, it's why I was out in the woods, but I saw you there and all the instincts kicked in, and..." She trails off, then just shrugs, bare breasts jiggling a little. "All I can say is 'sorry', and try to help you."\n\n<hr>\n[["Get out, freak!!"|BuddyOct]]\n\n[["... you're very naked..."|BuddyOct18x3]]

"I, I, I, I would never!" you stammer, face flushing. Years of social conditioning that getting caught staring at a girl is tantamount to violating her come crashing down, and you even bring your hands up to wave them in negation. "I didn't!"\n\n"Oh?" Saiko blinks at that. "What, not even a little?"\n\n"No, definitely not, Saiko, I didn't stare at all, really!" you assure her, nodding firmly as well.\n\n"That's so strange, I had you pegged for a straight boy, and straight boys almost always love tits," she muses aloud, as if sincerely confused... though you catch a bit of a smirk briefly on her lips. "Even most gay guys like boobs, even if it's just to look at."\n\n"I... well I like... I mean, just... I wasn't staring, honest!"\n\n"Hmmmm, not staring even a little. Well, there's only one sort of person who wouldn't look at my boobs even a little," Saiko says with a firm nod. "So for your change, I declare that you should be what you clearly already are inside... a slutty girl who's completely addicted to cock."\n\nYour entire face flushes in a mixture of humiliation and anger, only for you to be distracted at a hot rush that runs through your entire body. It's like standing next to a fire so intense that the heat goes all the way through you, and yet isn't painful or uncomfortable... if anything it brings a borderline orgasmic pleasure that suffuses your entire being. Moaning, you look down at yourself, your eyes widening but your body largely immobile as your chest swells outward, rounding out and becoming two very distinct globes. You can feel something going on in your pants, too, somehow aware of your cock and balls getting smaller and smaller, and a fresh, wet heat opening between your legs. You get an even better look at your new boobs as your jacket and shirt shrink, the jacket quickly disappearing entirely, while your shirt turns into a bright crimson halter-top that not only shows a generous amount of your new cleavage, but as your tits continue to grow, also shows a glimpse of the undersides of them. Your pants are drawing upward and reshaping too, turning into a glossy, even trashy microskirt short enough that in your sitting position, your new and totally bare pussy is shown off. Needless to say it also shows your legs as they reshape from the lean male muscle you're used to into curvaceous thighs and sleek calves, your shoes becoming a pair of what you've mentally called 'fuck me heels' before, becoming bright red. You can feel your hair brushing across your shoulders and your bare lower back as it lengthens, and even a slight weight on your face as brightly-colored lipstick, eyeshadow, and blush appears. Your shoulders slim out and, as you bring your hands up to stare at them, your arms too reshape to become slender and feminine, your nails gaining length and turning glossy bright red as well, your stylish male watch becoming a handful of costume jewelry bracelets.\n\nAs you're still staring at yourself, a thought pierces through the haze of your shock: 'I need cock.' You start a little, lifting your head to stare at Saiko, who only smirks at you as your internal voice, now a soft, eager feminine whisper urges 'I want to suck a big, fat prick, I want to get bent over and have a thick dong shoved in my ass, I want to be used by dozens of men whose faces I never see, cock cock cock cock-'\n\nClutching the sides of your head and shaking it, you do your best to force the insistent, slutty voice down, reminding yourself you're a guy, a straight guy, you like girls, you know who you are, you're Austin. After a minute or so you stabilize... and yet that soft voice is still constantly, insistently whispering about its desire for dick around the edges of your consciousness. "Wh-what... how...?" you stammer, wincing a little at the sultry, feminine set of your voice.\n\n"Hm? This is the sort of Change you can do in this game! It's not limited much at all, as long as the person can still continue the game! Kukukuku," Saiko chirps, covering her mouth with her fingertips as she laughs. "And you becoming a slutty girl doesn't stop the game from proceeding at all! In fact, it's your turn... Augustine!" she adds with a bright look on her face, some of the others in the circle snickering at her little 'joke'.\n\n<hr>\n[[Make a run for it!|AusJP]]\n\n[[Calm down and pick someone.|AusJP]]

Well, since she's so into this whole 'change' thing, maybe you can play along. She'll probably just have you put on a cat ears headband or some facepaint or a mask or something. You've done sillier crap trying to impress a hot girl. "Change."\n\n"Ooooo." The way her eyes sparkle certainly does seem to indicate that you've impressed her, though together with the way she's smiling it makes that glint somehow seem more... predatory. "Ooo, I'm so glad, you're really getting into the spirit of things! Hmmm, what to pick for the first change... actually!" She visibly perks up, holding up an index finger. "First, let me ask you a question."\n\n"Hey, I didn't choose Truth!" you protest.\n\n"Oh, I know I know, this is more for my personal edification, you might say," she replies with one of her soft 'kukuku' laughs. "So don't worry, even if you decide to lie, the Lantern King won't punish you. Although I might," she adds, eyes almost literally flashing. Okay, even if this goes well, you think that officially means you'd be sticking your dick in crazy. Which suddenly you forget why that's a bad idea as she brings her hands up and runs them up the slopes of her breasts, thumbs pressing on the sides of her sweater so that she flashes a good half of each nipple at you. "When you first saw me... were you staring at my tits?"\n\n<hr>\n[[No, of course not!|AusJP2x6]]\n\n[[Well, a little.|AusJP]]\n\n[[Abso-fuckin'-lutely.|AusJP]]

"Er. Okay," you acknowledge, nodding slowly. "I guess I can see them."\n\n"Thank you. If you'll wait inside, I'll show her in."\n\nYou shrug, turning to walk into the living room... and blush as your steps make you flex around the plug you've still got in. You'd forgotten about it for a moment as you stood there talking to Atalanta, and now you realize you've got to have an entire conversation with this mysterious 'Owner' with it in. Just great. You ease yourself into one of the chairs, doing your best to ignore the sensation of the plug in your ass, when Atalanta returns, followed by another young woman, this one with her hair in two long ponytails, wearing a red sweater, black pleated skirt, and black thigh-highs.\n\n"Oh, please don't get up," she says breezily as she walks in, one hand resting on her hip as she flippantly gestures with the other. Then she smirks at you... though it's almost more of a leer. "I imagine you were just getting comfortable."\n\nYou fight the urge to squirm at the distinct feeling that she somehow knows about the plug... which would only get more obvious if you started squirming and got a full hardon as opposed to the half a one you have now. Trying to cool your blushing cheeks, you clear your throat. "Um, hi. I'm-"\n\n"I know who you are, that's fine," she says with a little flap of her hand, before settling down on your couch and folding one leg over the other, then daintily setting her hands on her knee. "My name is Rin Tohsaka. Well, it wasn't always, but it is now," she says with another smirk, eyes glittering. "And I created that magic costume you're wearing. If I had to guess, you might be thinking 'Why?', among other things, right?"\n\n"... Have to admit, it crossed my mind," you answer with a nod. "I mean... a magical costume that transforms you into what it is. And you don't even tell people that's what it does up-front, and it doesn't even cost that much. Why do all that?"\n\n"For the love of perverted cosplay, of course!" she snaps back, suddenly sitting forward and clenching a fist, smile and eyes wide, nostrils flaring. "Perverted cosplay is my passion! So much that when I found a magical artifact that let me have a wish, I figured out a wish that would let me take it to the top level!" She pauses, then leans back and resumes her more dignified pose, clearing her throat. "My first wish, of course, being for a costume that would turn me into Tohsaka Rin of the Fate series. I then both wore the costume and, with my new magical abilities and knowledge from wearing it, studied it. Of course by the time I figured out how to reproduce the effect, it was completely permanent, but not like I mind," she says cheerfully, leaning her head back and gazing up at Atalanta with a grin. "We have lots of fun, don't we, Atalanta?"\n\n"We do, Master," the catgirl answers solemnly, before leaning down and kissing Rin upside-down on the lips.\n\n"Mhm, of course we do," Rin chirps, then looks back at you. "I don't necessarily lie to people, but it can lead to lots more fun if the effect sneaks up on them a little. And it led to a loooot of fun for you, didn't it?" she purrs, that smirk-leer returning.\n\n"W-what makes you say that?" you stammer, feeling your entire face heat again.\n\n"I can spy on the vicinity of all my costumes, of course," Rin replies easily, drawing a fingertip across her lips then sucking on it a bit before continuing. "I watched you play with your cute little ass all night last night. Fucking yourself with those dildos, and a dog one, my my, so perverted," she continues in a lusty near-growl, while you squirm (and thus work yourself on the plug). "I was really hoping you'd try out the horse one, but then again if you had I might not have decided you needed an extra nudge."\n\n"... Extra nudge?"\n\n"You've got exactly the sort of creative, perverse, open mind I love to see in someone!" Rin says, spreading her hands a bit. "But you'll just be limited by going it on your own. Having to re-don the costume every day, following the rules of it, limited by the opportunities of staying by yourself so no one else questions where this adorable pink-haired trap came from. So instead, why don't you come live with me?" She rests her hands back on her knee, lightly kicking her foot. "I have a facility with lots of other cute Servants... plenty of big, hung male ones, if that's what you're interested in. Lots of pretty ones like Atalanta too... you may not be interested right now, with that Astolfo costume having a pretty tight grip on you, but settle in a bit and the desire to fuck some pussy will probably come back to you."\n\n"Master," Atalanta says blandly.\n\n"I know, I know, it's a lazy pun." Rin rolls her eyes, then clears her throat and continues. "What do you say? Come live a life of constant pleasure and good times with me?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[No.|BuddyOct]]

Hey, what better Christmas Eve activity than to take a nice, peaceful drive and look at all the pretty lights? Especially since it's got a nice, healthy snow going on, but the roads are clear and steady.\n\n(You've traveled a fair bit in the course of building your tech-based fortune, and you've gotta say, Deviville has the best roads of anywhere you've ever been. You once heard that one of the last fullblooded Deviloka laid a curse on the mayors of Deviville to the effect of "Yeah well if your excuse is that you're gonna build the roads, you better fucking do it!" and that thereafter any mayor who mismanaged the road infrastructure funds suffered some horrible fate. You're not sure if it's true, but there are almost no potholes, the lanes are great, and the snow prevention/removal is top notch, so hey.)\n\nAnyway, you get in your car and cruise out fairly well into the night, wanting the full dark to appreciate the lights as well as the solitude to just cruise around slowly. You spend a little while enjoying the displays... admittedly some more than others, "'ironically' tacky" seems to be a thing this year (again)... mostly around your own neighborhood, before coming to a road. Hm... stick with the suburbs or head further into the city?\n\n<hr>\n[[Suburbs.|BuddyDec]]\n\n[[City.|BuddyDec2x2]]

"Oh my," Liam says after having read the title aloud, grinning at how your face goes stark red and your mouth opens and closes silently, with you too mortified to speak. He taps it open and swipes back to the start, skimming over the summary. "So. A setting where both men and women are considered of lesser social standing... to various extents... to muscular women with big dicks, and 'proper' society is under attack by 'savages' who not only heavily dominate men and women but 'outsider' futas as well. What lovely worldbuilding," he says with weirdly equal parts snark and sincerity.\n\n"I... didn't really know what it meant when I started reading," you try to plea.\n\n"And yet you finished it," Liam notes, eyes twinkling as you make a choked noise. \n\n"... wanted to see where the story went," you say feebly.\n\n"I can imagine it went all sorts of places, if the writer's creative at all," Liam notes, eyeing the reader as if making sure to remember said author's name. "Well, I'll let you get back to your reading then," he says with a sweet, teasing smile as he hands the tablet back to you, with you accepting it somewhat grudgingly considering how embarrassed you are now. "But be careful, you might wind up giving yourself all sorts of interesting dreams."\n\n"Mmn," you grunt dismissively, trying to reclaim what dignity you can rather than rising to the bait.\n\nDespite Liam's warning, you don't have any dreams at all that night, sleeping deeply and awakening having difficulty shaking it off. You dress in a sort of daze, pulling on jeans and a purple hoodie, then grabbing your messenger bag and slinging it over your shoulder, then stagger out of the dorm, your still sleep-fogged brain barely up to the task of struggling to decide whether to go for infinite bad coffee at the student cafeteria or expensive decent coffee at the nearest brewhouse.\n\nIt takes you a few moments to realize you're stumbling over uneven dirt and clods of grass rather than the sidewalk. Thinking you somehow wandered off the path (literally) you raise your head and actually look around... and realize that there is no path. Instead you seem to be standing in the middle of a large, uneven field, little low hills and a lot of churned-up areas indicating that large numbers of... something... have passed over it in recent periods. The sky overhead is a stark black with incredibly clear purple stars shining in it. That, more than anything, sends a shiver down your spine as you realize where you've heard of a sky with purple stars lately... or rather, where you've read it.\n\n'It can't be,' you think with a distinct despairing air. But as you stare off to one side and then the other, you realize that on the far ends of the field you're now on, there are the visible glowing flickers of campfires. To your left, even, regimented rows of them, shining in the night in almost perfect lines, as if someone had set them out with a (mostly) straight edge. On the other are scattered, uneven sets of fires of various sizes and even colors, some burning low and blue, others high and sending out occasional showers of sparks that often coincide with faint whoops and laughs of deep, feminine voices carried across the field.\n\nNo. No way.\n\nAt a loss for anything else to do, you pinch the back of your hand until it... well, hurts a little bit, either your hands aren't as sensitive as some or you can't quite bring yourself to pinch hard enough to risk damaging yourself. Either way you realize you've accomplished your purpose... you can't recall ever having a genuine dream where you thought to pinch yourself. As crazy as it is, this seems... real?\n\nBut surely you can't <i>actually</i> have been transported to the continent of Dikinya, let alone onto a battleground between the invading Fukemal and the defending Alliance of Kueendoms. That's... that's nonsensical! Though, uh... yeah, those definitely look like the lines of two armies. ... Not that you'd know from experience, really, but what the fuck else would they look like? You're also not waking up no matter how hard you try, so, uh... \n\n... what now?\n\n<hr>\n[[Approach the Fukemal side.|GwynFutazon]]\n\n[[Approach the Alliance side.|GwynFutazon]]\n\n[[Try to get off the field and away.|GwynFutazon]]\n\n[[Sit down and wait to wake up.|GwynFutazon]]

<i>SKREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!</i>\n\n(Okay it probably wasn't actually that loud or that long it's not like you were going fast at all. Just that in the moment it definitely feels like that was the sound they made.)\n\nShoving your car into Park, you scramble out and rush back along the sidewalk. Holy crap! There really is a little girl flopped half into a snowbank! She looks like she was trying to walk along and just collapsed, and her parents just... left her there?!\n\nOf course as you rather frantically dig her damp, terrifyingly limp form out of the snow, you're forced to reassess the involvement of parents. She's wearing dirty, stained sweatpants, ragged and falling-apart sneakers, and a tattered long-sleeved shirt that is definitely way too thin for the December cold. You spot that there's a threadbare blanket in the snow as well, she must have had it wrapped around her. You hesitate briefly, then fish it out just in case it has sentimental value, before hurrying back to the car.\n\nYou settle the girl into the passenger seat, then crank up the heater as high as it will go. Trying to calm down, you look her over... no obvious injuries, other than being close to dead from the cold. Her hair looks like it's probably normally close to the same shade of blonde as yours, but is currently covered in a lot of dirt and grime, chopped fairly short at some point but having grown back out to mid-neck level unevenly. It's hard to judge her age, though you're guessing at the latest it's the early teens... she's pretty much completely flat up top, as you can't help but notice considering how thin her shirt is.\n\nOh geez, now what? It seems like the obvious thing is to take her to a hospital, or at least a clinic. On the other hand, for one thing you've experienced the average ER's idea of "emergency" treatment, plus you're admittedly kind of worried about showing up with a kid in bad shape you're not related to. And again your experience with a lot of "urgent care" clinics is that they... just send you to the ER.\n\nMaybe it would be better to take her home with you and get her warmed up there, and in the morning when she's better (and hopefully awake) you can figure out where to go from there. That seems like it has its own risks, but.\n\n<hr>\n[[Take her to a hospital.|BuddyDec]]\n\n[[Take her to a clinic.|BuddyDec]]\n\n[[Take her home with you.|BuddyDec2x4]]

Let's see what the city and various businesses did for their Christmas decorations, shall we?\n\nYou cruise on into the closer to downtown area, which at this time of night on Christmas eve is almost as deserted as the outlying areas are. (Deviville's still got enough "small town feel" clinging to it that it's not really the sort of place where big downtown gatherings happen on most holidays.) Soon enough there are plenty of light displays... most of the ones that are on obvious public property like the lampposts and signs are pretty generic strings of lights or maybe the occasional "holiday tree", but the businesses feature a wider range of iconography, including a few actually out-and-out saying 'Merry Christmas!'\n\nSo for a bit you just slowly drive along the streets, enjoying the lights, the little displays. Santa, tree, tree, reindeer, Santa, tree, tree, tree, present, Santa, little girl freezing to death in a snowbank, tree, tree...\n\n... wait a sec.\n\n<hr>\n[[Haha surely you didn't actually see that!|BuddyDec]]\n\n[[BRAKES!|BuddyDec2x3]]

Look, it may be a little... something... but it's for her health and safety, alright?\n\nLet's see, what's the best way to do this? you wonder as you carry her into the bathroom, and try not to overthink what you're doing as you strip the dirty clothing off of her mostly limp and shivering form, revealing an expectedly scrawny and bare body underneath. Probably fill the tub partway with just warm water, put her in, and then add gradually hotter water, you decide after a moment, setting her gently on the rug and going to start the water running. Don't want to shock her body too hard, or scald her.\n\nOnce the tub is partly full, you carefully lower Anya into it, getting her arranged against the side. She squirms a little and lets out a low moan, but doesn't immediately come around... in fact, she's still shivering quite a bit even as you start gradually raising the water temperature. Oh man, are you even doing this right? What if you're messing up? What are other ways to make sure someone who's too cold gets warmed up?\n\n'Skin-to-skin contact,' your head immediately supplies. Errrr... well, yeah, you've always heard that, but...\n\n<hr>\n[[Gotta do what you've gotta do.|BuddyDec]]\n\n[[Let's... give this method just another minute.|BuddyDec2x6]]

Honestly, while it seems like that has its own problems, you'd feel better knowing that you made sure that something was done for her as quickly as possible.\n\nWith that in mind, as you buckle her in you say, "Hey? Hey, kiddo, can you hear me?"\n\nShe gives a quiet little noise that's not quite a moan and not quite a whimper, shifting in place in the seat marginally.\n\n"It's gonna be okay, alright? Hey, what's your name?"\n\nAt first you think she isn't going to answer, maybe being too out of it or too afraid, so you put the car in drive and pull around. But a few moments later you hear her murmur something... it's so soft that all you can make out is an "uhn" and an "ah".\n\n"... Anya?" you guess from that, taking another glance at her. When there's no protest, you nod. "Okay, Anya, it's gonna be alright soon, don't worry."\n\nBack at the house you carry her inside and up the stairs, where you pause again. You're pretty sure the absolute best thing for someone who's too cold is to be put in a warm bath? But uh, if you did that, you'd... have to undress her. Ah... maybe it would be better to just put her in the guest room bed with a lot of blankets on her? That seems like it would warm her up just fine, and hopefully in the morning she'll be coherent enough to take her own bath.\n\n<hr>\n[[Give her a bath.|BuddyDec2x5]]\n\n[[Put her to bed.|BuddyDec]]

Hoo boy. This seems like... a really bad idea. ... But. It also just feels like the right thing to do.\n\nYou take a seat next to her on the bed, Anya blinking as you drape an arm gently around her. "Okay, so... you won't have to go back, okay?" you assure her. "If you want, you can stay here with me from now on."\n\nHer whole face lights up in a way that instantly steals your heart forever, her purple eyes sparkling. "Really?!"\n\n"Yeah," you assure her, all of your doubts melting away in that one moment. "I promise. Merry Christmas, Anya."\n\nShe looks briefly confused again... then beams all the brighter, closing her eyes and smiling up at you. "Merry Christmas!"\n\nAnd thus begins your life as a dad. Luckily the connections you have through working in tech are more than enough to fake up a background for her... it's easy enough to create the fiction that she was the daughter of an extremely distant relative who died, and you were the only one available to take her in. Then it's almost just as simple to do a "proper" adoption, and just like that, Anya's legally your daughter (which works out since the two of you's coloration is so close anyway). Naturally a lot of your friends think you've gone basically insane, and your parents are also a little weirded out because grandchild but no wife... but, vastly more importantly, grandchild, so yeah. You decide not to pry into her past, just making it clear that if she ever wants to talk, you'll listen, and she seems pretty happy keeping it to herself, so everyone's largely satisfied.\n\nIt helps that once she settles in and gets over her initial confusion and leeriness, Anya is basically the best kid ever. She's smart, sweet, and basically never makes trouble on purpose. She's not some weird perfect doll, but she is really good, and she quickly takes to making friends and doing well at school. In fact once or twice you get the feeling she's doing almost suspiciously well at school as opposed to "amazing", since she maintains a strict A average. Not A+. Not A-. A. Exactly. Right where she'll make you proud but not bring too much attention on herself or risk getting herself bumped up grades or into honors classes where she'd stand out.\n\n... Ah well, it's her life and her school, you decide. If it's related to her old life and she doesn't want to talk about it, that's her choice. And so...\n\n<i><b>A few years later...</b></i>\n\nYup, life continues along pretty peacefully. You've continued to mostly do little projects here and there along with some consulting work, meaning that you've been able to mostly be a housedad, which you've found you surprisingly enjoy. Anya's really brightened up life, and right now she's got one of her friends over, Rinna, who she met back when she entered school and has been largely inseparable with since. You're lounging about downstairs, splitting your attention between some recreational reading and reading the specs of a project you're consulting on, and everything's peaceful.\n\n... Hm. Everything's peaceful.\n\nIn other words, is it <i>too</i> quiet? Maybe you should go upstairs and check, just in case they're getting up to something. Anya's not one to cause problems on purpose, but that's not to say that an impish impulse has never entered her head and exited by some other means. It might not hurt to go see what she and Rinna are doing.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go check on them.|BuddyDec]]\n\n[[Nah, it's fine.|BuddyDec]]

Yeah let's give this method just a little longer, rather than putting yourself in a... position.\n\nLuckily, it's not much longer before Anya's shivering starts to decrease, and soon she actually seems to relax, even breathing easier. Letting the water rise and warm a little more, and feeling much more relieved, you take a washcloth and begin gently splashing the water over her head, while you're at it doing your best to clean her face and hair off a bit.\n\nEventually her color looks better in general, and she seems much more relaxed in the (now filthy) water. You consider briefly before opening the drain and letting the water run out. As you set more hot water to running, you look back at her just in time to see her eyelids twitch and then her lashes flutter, before she actually opens her eyes.\n\n'Purple?' you think in surprise. Must just be a shade of blue and it's something about the current lighting. Though her eyes certainly look purple as she blinks several times, then sits up, looking rather shocked. Er, right, well she would, wouldn't she? You quickly hold your hands up, keeping your eyes obviously upward. "Whoa, whoa, easy, Anya, it's okay, I'm just getting you warmed up that's all."\n\nShe blinks again... though she looks more confused than frightened, peering at you curiously and tilting her head a little. She certainly doesn't seem particularly bothered at waking up naked in a stranger's bathtub, though you guess that might just be because she's in shock.\n\n"Ah, hey, listen, I'm gonna go get you something to wear," you tell her as you turn off the water and stand up. "Are you gonna be okay to get yourself cleaned up on your own?" She nods, so you give her a thumbs-up. "I'll check on you soon, then."\n\nYou're still not sure how old she is other than "young", but she definitely doesn't seem to be 'danger of drowning if left alone in the tub for five minutes' young. Still, she did seem kind of weak, so you do your best to hurry around, finding an old pink-purple hoodie an ex-girlfriend left... it will still be huge on her but all the better since it will cover everything. You return and, peeking carefully just to check that she hasn't passed out and slipped under the water, before telling her where to find the towels.\n\nAnya emerges from the bathroom damp, but now looking positively flushed and radiating heat instead of shivering. Grinning, you decide to go ahead and help her dry off, helping her with rubbing the towel and getting her hair dried, before passing over the hoodie and turning your back. When you turn around again, she's donned it and looks positively delighted by flapping her arms around to make the sleeves flop, which makes you grin.\n\n"Here," you say, leading her into one of the guest rooms and letting her sit on the bed. "I'll go fix you something hot to drink, alright?"\n\nWhen you return with a cup of broth, her hair has mostly dried and laid back down from its former damp puffballness, though she's still doing little wiggles of the sleeves and looking happy. You snicker, then make a little motion with your hands, which she accurately interprets to mean pushing back the sleeves so she can take the mug. "Sip, don't gulp, okay?" you caution. Despite not having many expectations of her listening, she nods again and obediently starts giving the broth little slurping sips. Wow, what a good kid.\n\n"So, Anya," you say, at which she blinks and looks at you curiously again. "What were you doing out there in the cold, anyway?"\n\nShe nibbles her lower lip nervously, and glances away.\n\n"Did you run away?" you ask gently.\n\nAfter a second she gives a tiny nod.\n\n"How come?" you ask, still trying to keep your voice as gentle as possible.\n\n"... They were really mean," she finally says in a very quiet voice.\n\n..... Hm. Well, y'know... a little kid might think their parents were "really mean" for not buying them a toy they wanted, right? However if it was something like that you'd kind of expect her to be scared out of it by spending even one night out in the cold, let alone having such a close call with freezing to death. With how quiet she is and how she clearly doesn't want to talk about it... yeah, they probably were really mean. Whatever that involved.\n\nSo yeah, it seems like she probably had her reasons for running away. The question is, now what? It really seems like if this is a case of child abuse, you ought to call the cops, and let them handle it.\n\n... But then what happens? As far as you understand... they might just send the kid right back to her parents, no matter how abusive they are. At the very least until there was some sort of formal hearing and intervention, and then what? She gets sent to some foster home that might be overcrowded, or equally abusive?\n\nBut what's the alternative? Take her in yourself? Uh... are you really ready to become a dad on Christmas E-... no, it's Christmas now, you guess. That's kind of a big, unasked-for gift to drop in your lap, Santa! \n\nMan, what to do?\n\n<hr>\n[[Call the cops.|BuddyDec]]\n\n[[Take her in.|BuddyDec2x7]]

* <b>Main:</b> "Erika" can [[continue to be stubborn|HHHVampMale1x4]] even after Drake makes him suck off the carriage horse.\n* <b>Main:</b> Buddy can [[rush outside|BuddyOct17x3]] when he hears his house getting egged.\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can [[play with Rei's dildo|HLSenshi13x2]] when snooping.\n* <b>Main: </b>Jamie and Maya can select "[[Teh Chaynj Mohzt Lood|QOBook14x2]]" from the magic book.\n* <b>Main:</b> The newly-turned shemale witch Cyan can now [[go on the road|GGCandy5x6]] instead of returning to her old life.\n* More stuff with Buddy from last week.\n* <b>Main:</b> Wilma can now play [[skeeball|WilmaFun5x2]] in the Funland arcade.\n* <b>Main</b>: Buddy can now investigate the [[haunted house|BuddyOct17x5]] on his Halloween walk. Or, a bit further back, he can [[ask who's at the door|BuddyOct17x2]] when there's a knock after lights out.\n* <b>Main</b>: Buddy-Mai can decide to [[earn some party currency|BuddyOct20x2]] at Lizzie's Halloween party.\n* <b>Main</b>: Hax protagonist Jamie can now observe the potential of a [[kidnapped princess|QOSuc5x3]] after rescuing Katalina.\n* More Buddy going to the haunted house stuff.\n* <b>Main</b>: Buddy can now let Ciara [[pick her own room|BuddyOct17x11]].\n* More of Buddy at Lizzie's party.

"Instead of thinking of them as being magical girls, think of them as <i>your</i> magical girls," you suggest, noticing Diabolical Catastrophe's pointed ears perk up a bit at the idea. "After all, you've got Dark Great Kings... kings need generals, right? That's really what they are, my Dark Generals."\n\n"Ohoooooo!" Diabolical Catastrophe makes a 'finger gun' with one hand and tucks the meeting of her thumb and forefinger under her chin, her eyes alight. "Yes, yes, I like it! Dark Generals... who only happen to take the form of magical girls!"\n\n"Our bodies and souls belong to our Master, who belongs to you, which makes us your possessions, my queen," Patricia coos, giving a rather courtly bow with one arm across her stomach.\n\n"Yeah, don't worry, your majesty, we'll totally trounce those stupid Magi-Cheers for you!" Danielle declares, puffing out her chest a bit.\n\nDiabolical Catastrophe puffs out her own (even flatter) chest in turn, hands on her hips until she raises the back of one to her mouth. "NYOOOOHOHOHOHO! Yes, yes, I accept your fealty! Now, accept my Dark Gift and become my Dark Generals of Darkness and the Dark!" She flings a hand upward, both girls yelping as the shadows under their feet coalesce and burst upwards in solid columns that send their skirts flapping upwards, briefly baring their pussies before their clothes tear to shreds and they're lifted into the air.\n\nHuh. You've never actually seen a magical girl transformation sequence happen right in front of you before, you hope after this it's faster because there's a lot of slow twirling and dramatic gradual coalescing of energy. Otherwise it looks pretty much like watching it on the shows... well, a little more explicit, the shows don't usually leave things like stiff nipples and pussy clefts and puckers on display. (Unless it's Angel Blade.) But you watch as shadows and darkness swirl around their glowing purple-pink bodies, coalescing into shoulder-capping flaps with big colored jewels at the front, shoulder-gloves with golden bands at elbows and tops, knee-high boots with similar accents, and very skimpy one-pieces that practically only cover the fronts of their breasts and their sides, leaving all of their cleavage, their hips, and most of their bellies on display, pleated white skirts taking form with clasps at the front of their crotches and going sideways across their hips.\n\n'Man, I saw the outfits on that screen thing, but they're definitely lewder in person,' you think as the light fades and both of your girls settle to their feet, apparently instinctively striking dramatic (and rather sexy) poses. Both of them have silver-colored gloves, boots, and skirts as opposed to the white the real things wear, with Patricia's one-piece in dark purple and Danielle's in black. Patricia has a little purple crescent moon symbol painted on her cheek, while Danielle has acquired a cute little black skull one.\n\n"Cheer Purple, here to cheer you to the moon!" Patricia... ah, Cheer Purple... declares proudly and elegantly, posing with a victory sign in front of her forehead and the other hand on her hip, one leg back and pressed onto her feet to arch herself on display. Perhaps appropriately to her declaration, you noticed when she was transforming that rather than covering at least half of each buttock like Danielle's one-piece, hers is a T-back.\n\n"Cheer Black, I'll cheer you on so hard you'll die to death!" the other declares, striking a pose that looks more like a fighting stance, which nevertheless manages to present her butt behind her and her pert little tits ahead of her.\n\n"Yes! Excellent! I think I might be starting to like magical girls... as long as they're <i>my</i> magical girls!" Diabolical Catastrophe declares, letting out another peal of adorably evil laughter. Then she abruptly ceases and points dramatically at you. "Now! My Nobunaga! Tell me, now that you have your magical girl themed Dark Generals, what will you have them do?!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Infiltrate the Magi-Cheer Five.|DarkMike]]\n\n[[Assist the monsters.|DarkMike]]

Suppressing a smirk, you flip the page of the book over, to where you wrote down one of the spells from your Dark Great King handbook earlier for just such an occasion. You pass by the three slowly as if doing the inspection, and when your body is blocking the class's view of Danielle, you reach out and rub her pussy through the cotton with two fingers... fingers that are glowing softly with black flame. She lets out a soft squeak that might be audible to the other two but probably not the class, but you doubt anyone but you notices the way her pupils briefly glow pinkish-purple. When passing Patricia you do the same... although since she's damp to the touch, you go ahead and slide your fingers inside that nice tight teen pussy, enjoying her soft, pleasured gasp as well as the flash in her pupils that shows the spell's taken hold. Jane seems to have heard the other two make those noises, and her face has gone even more red, her body quivering as you pass behind her, clearly expecting to get pinched or goosed or whatever you did... and looking almost confused as you pass her right by without so much as brushing against her.\n\nYou turn briefly to make a show of consulting your book, and also so you can give your fingers a quick suck, before turning around and announcing, "That will be all, you may take your seats." The girls all sit down, the three at your desk standing up and smoothing their skirts out as they walk back to their desks, still blushing... all of them seem rather shocked and embarrassed, but no outrage or looks of seething plotting to tell anyone. Your Dark Authority seems to have done its job. "I've made a note of the infractions I found, and will address them if necessary at a later date... assuming they're not corrected before then." Looks of relief replace many of the embarrassed ones, though Jane's still blushing... the other two look to have calmed down remarkably well. Heh.\n\nYou continue to teach the rest of the class normally... and taking it ridiculously easy on the girls, which further relaxes them and puts them at ease, until you doubt any of them are even actually thinking about the dress code check as anything other than a brief bump in the day. Once the bell rings for dismissal, the girls all start packing up quickly as you settle into your chair... and give a small mental command. Danielle and Patricia both freeze in place for part of an instant, pupils glowing for that same moment, before they resume packing up... albeit slower, Patricia telling several of her friends to go ahead as she 'accidentally' spills some of her pencils onto the floor. Eventually the rest of the class has fled out the door... but the two of them wind up lingering in front of your desk almost expectantly. Smiling at them, you lift a hand and snap your fingers... at which point both of them get glowing pupils again, that pinkish-purple light blazing as their expectant bodies relax slightly.\n\n"Patricia, go lock the door. Danielle, take off those panties."\n\n"Yes, Master," Patricia says in that sweet, mature manner of hers, turning and making her way over to the door.\n\n"Yes, Master," Danielle repeats in her more brusque voice, immediately lifting her skirt and shucking down the cotton panties, lifting her legs with their torn black stockings (also against regs) to step out of them as you push your chair back from the desk, fishing out your stiff cock and lifting your balls out of your boxers as you hear the click of the door lock.\n\nSoon both of them are on their knees in front of you, Patricia's mouth full of one of your balls and Danielle's black-painted lips brushing up and down your shaft as she strokes it with her tongue. Both gaze up at you, eyes slightly glassy but otherwise worshipful, pupils still glowing steadily with the pink-purple light that says they're under your complete control. "Mmm, very good, girls... but ditch the jacket and vest, and open up your blouses, I wanna see your tits." Since you didn't tell them to stop what they're doing, Patricia continues to tongue-bathe your balls as she unbuttons her jacket and shrugs out of it, Danielle suckling at the tip of your prick as she wiggles out of the vest. Almost in tandem they unbutton their blouses and tug them open... in amusing contrast to their panties, the going-commando-beneath-her-skirt Patricia's big, round breasts are contained safely in a fairly plain, obviously supportive bra, while the conservatively-pantied Danielle is going braless... but then it looks like her perky little A-cups with their stiff pink nipples wouldn't need a lot of support. \n\nGrinning, you rest a hand on both of their heads, guiding both of them up to your shaft to encourage them to lick and suck at the sides, their soft moans and slurping noises filling the empty classroom. You give them just the slightest mental nudge to urge them both to start kissing your shaft adoringly instead... honestly, really all it takes is thinking 'It would be nice if you kissed it.' You enjoy guiding them both up and down along your shaft, and occasionally together, the little punk-goth and the pretty prep swirling their tongues together eagerly and moaning into each other's mouths. Eventually you have Patricia deepthroating you while Danielle tugs off the brown-haired girl's blouse and undoes her bra, freeing those big teenage-firm D-cups and reaching around to fondle and tease them, fingertips teasing her stiff, puffy nipples and areola. Then you have them change places, Danielle's glossy black lips stretched around your shaft as Patricia relieves her of her blouse, leaning in to suck and lick at those thick, stiff pink nubs capping her jutting little tits.\n\nFeeding them both a load or cumming all over their faces would be an outrageous amount of fun, but... later. The full version of the spell specified exactly what you needed to do to have complete control over their minds forever. To that end you soon have Danielle bent over the desk again, one of her combat boots lifted up to brace on a slightly pulled-out drawer to spread her black-stockinged legs wider, letting you thrust deeper into her tight little previously virgin pussy. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, Master your cock feels so good, fuck, fuck," she whimpers eagerly, gasping in pleasure as you grab a bit of her short hair and yank her head back. You rake your eyes up and down the pretty little schoolgirl eagerly bucking her pert ass back against the thrusts of your hips, wearing nothing but her skirt, stockings, boots, and those cute punk accessories. Oh yeah, this is definitely the best temp job ever.\n\n"Mmn, annh, mmmn," is Patricia's only verbal addition to the conversation... but that's because she's busy tonguing your ass. The refined-looking Student Council President type shows absolutely no shame as she juts her tongue out, letting your asshole thrust back onto it, her hands worshipfully rubbing your hips as she works her tongue up and down, doing her best to pleasure you in the lewdest, dirtiest way possible.\n\nThis is pretty much the most pleasurable, perverted thing you've ever done in your life, but you still manage to hold off a good long while and fuck Danielle to several thigh-quivering orgasms before thrusting forward and unloading inside her. Danielle cries out loudly, bucking against you in the most intense climax she's had yet, her eyes blazing solid pink-purple as your spell is given its final catalyst and completely claims her mind, heart, and soul. After a few seconds it fades entirely, leaving her eyes a slightly red-tinted shade of the same brown they were before as she coos and wriggles her hips, smiling over her shoulder at you. She gives a soft 'awww' of disappointment as you pull out of her, Patricia dutifully taking her tongue out of your ass and instead moving around to slide your cock into her mouth, sucking and licking it clean of the mixture of your cum and Danielle's. "Your turn, pretty," you inform her, grinning.\n\nShortly after Patricia is on her back on the desk, her legs held against the front of your chest and your shoulders as you drive into her, your balls slapping against her round, firm ass. She's a little less verbal than Danielle... but mostly because her tongue's busy with Danielle's pussy, the goth girl cooing and writhing in delight as she toys with the prep's big perky tits, squeezing them upward to display her puffy nipples to you. You lean forward to give Danielle a kiss that's almost entirely tongue, the completely mind-dominated schoolgirl moaning eagerly as her social superior eagerly sucks and licks her to yet more orgasms. This time when you fill your little schoolgirl slave's pussy with cum, you have to take the flash of pink-purple light from between Danielle's thighs as proof that it worked... they're now both completely and utterly within your power.\n\nOnce you have them on their knees again, this time both working in concert to tongue-bathe your cock clean as you stand, you grin down at them. "Are you girls ready to help me take down the Magi-Cheer Five?"\n\n"Of course, Master," Patricia purrs.\n\n"Anything for you, Master," Danielle moans happily.\n\n"Good. Now we'll begin-"\n\n<hr>\n[[-socially destroying the Magi-Cheers.|DarkMike]]\n\n[[-turning you into magical girls.|DarkMike3x3]]

"HAVE YOU LOST YOUR FLIPPIN' FLAPPIN' HABERDASHIN' MIND, NOBUNAGA?!?!?!?!"\n\n'Where did she learn to curse?' you think, trying to look appropriately cowed but not actually like you've done anything wrong as your tiny employer rages up at you. She's clearly furious, waving her fist up at you, while Danielle and Patricia (both once again clad in their full school outfits, Patricia standing with hands clasped in front of her, Danielle with her hands on her hips) stand behind you, looking curiously at the tiny terror yelling at their master and beloved.\n\n"The whole point of this was to get rid of those stupid magical girls, not make <i>more</i> of them! And here you come traipsing in here asking for the power to turn these two into magical girls! Why would I make more problems for myself?! Are you an idiot?! Are you calling <i>me</i> an idiot?!"\n\n"Nothing could be further from the truth, most terrifying and destructive Diabolical Calamity," you assure her soothingly. You hesitate briefly, then reach out and rub her head gently, soft green hair like silk under your palm. Hm, that's actually kind of nice. Gotta see if she destroys you for it though.\n\n"... uuuuuuuu..." Diabolical Calamity's eyes have closed, her head lifting slightly and mouth turned into a little downward v. Then she clears her throat into one fist, prompting you to lift your hand away. "Alright, since you seem to have some sort of plan, I'll at least hear you out before reducing you to atoms!"\n\n"I appreciate it, my queen. Anyway, the magical girls have been giving you a lot of trouble, right?"\n\n"Yeeeeees," she admits sulkily, folding her arms over her flat chest and aiming a pout at the floor.\n\n"So don't you figure that other magical girls would give magical girls a lot of trouble too?"\n\nDiabolical Catastrophe opens her mouth as if to snap a reply... closes it. Blinks several times. Turns her head. Scratches the top of it. Looks upward and folds her arms again while going 'mmmmmm'. Then looks at you. "I... guess that makes sense?" she mutters, still sounding like she's not too sure.\n\n"Besides, dark magical girls are a staple of the genre," you assure her, holding up a finger. "Any really smart, wicked evil mastermind knows that you've got to fight fire with fire, and magical girls with magical girls."\n\n"Hm hm hm! Yes, you've correctly identified me as smart, wicked, and evil, my Nobunaga!" Diabolical Catastrophe declares, jutting her nose up in the air (which you'd swear briefly becomes longer and pointier). "Hm... alright then! I'll consent to turning these two into magical girls! ... I still don't necessarily like having more magical girls around, though!" she adds with a snap, briefly glaring at the duo behind you.\n\n"If it makes you feel any better, my queen, think of them as-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-disposable."|DarkMike]]\n\n[["-allies."|DarkMike3x4]]

Shaking your head and trying to be gracious, you answer, "Thanks, but I'll pass."\n\n"Iiii understand, want to be able to do it on your own, huh?" Patting his hand on your shoulder a bit, Marius grins. "Well tell you what, at least let me guide you in drowning your sorrows. And maybe give you a few pointers eventually on how to do that, huh?"\n\nThough you still feel some resentment in your heart you suppose you don't really want to turn down that offer. Marius leads you back over to the bar and requests a particular drink from the bespectacled beanpole working it, who nevertheless seems to have more than a few girls giving him dreamy-eyed stares. Huh, maybe you should look into learning to mix drinks, or something. Marius has you exchange your red plastic cup for a beaker-shaped glass with something vaguely opal-colored inside and that has a slightly viscous consistency but tastes amazing, as he shows you the way over to some easy chairs to have a seat.\n\nHonestly you don't remember the rest of the night particularly well, other than that you wind up spilling your guts to Marius over all your troubles and how long they've been plaguing you. While you don't specifically remember any of his answers you do feel like he always said just the right thing and by the end of the night you're proclaiming him your new best friend ever in the entire world. At least that's what you vaguely recall as you wake up in the morning, groaning and pushing yourself up from where you're laying on your front in bed, glancing around the room blearily. There's no sight of Liam, and you slept in your clothes it looks like. As you push yourself up something falls off your head and clatters to the floor. You stare at it a minute as your brain boots up more slowly than usual, partly due to the steady, throbbing ache in it, before you pick it up. It's a card for the Applied Sciences building, detailing where to find it on campus complete with a miniature embossed map on the corner. Flipping it over to the back shows a handwritten note:\n\n'Since you might forget, you promised to come by and check it out sometime today. See you there! - M'\n\n... Yeah, you definitely don't remember that. You sit up and rub at your head a little, pondering the note, then shrug. Classes don't actually start until next week so it's not like you've got anything else to do today. And if you did promise, you should keep it, especially after Marius was so nice last night.\n\nAnd so after a shower, something to eat, and a lot of water, you head over to the sciences building wearing a loose blue long-sleeved shirt and jeans. The building is pretty easy to pick out once you get close enough... it was obviously designed by the same architect as the SSC building, just with even brighter and more sci-fi looking materials and probably twice as tall. The inside looks like an honest-to-God office lobby with fancy leather seats and a receptionist's station. What the heck? You walk over to the girl at the counter, who looks like she might be a senior, and tell her your name and that you're expected.\n\n"Oh, right, Marius said you'd probably drop by today!" she chirps. "He stepped out just a few minutes ago but he should be back soon. You can either wait for him or I can send you ahead to the floor where he works, the IAS."\n\n<hr>\n[[Wait.|Gwyn2x3]]\n\n[[Go inside.|Gwyn3x1]]

There's a bit of groaning around the class at that, although more out of boredom and annoyance than any fear... clearly most of them don't think the dress code or violating it is that big of a deal. Still, all of them get to their feet with varying levels of enthusiasm, moving to stand by their desks, some smoothing out skirts or blouses, most just glancing around in boredom as if waiting for it all to be over.\n\nYou look around again, deciding to select three at "random"... meaning, two you think look cute, and one who seems like she has the potential to be a Magi-Cheer. "Let's see... Danielle Kleine, Patricia Nite, and Jane Shooter. Please come to the front for a random inspection."\n\nThat does seem to startle the class, apparently they just expected you to do a token look around and then tell them to sit again. But the three of them do file up... Danielle is some variety of punk-goth that vaguely reminds you of some of the girls when you were in school. Her black vest instead of the blazer is just barely within code, as is the black lipstick and overly heavy eyeliner, though the disheveled jet black dyed hair is fine... the spiky black collar and matching black leather bracelets are a clear violation, though, and you have to figure she mostly gets away with it because the teachers have gotten tired of calling her out. Patricia, meanwhile, is top to bottom perfect dress code, as if she were attired for a picture to be put in the manual as an example, long straight brown hair having a single plain decorative clip in it at one side, no modifications to the uniform, no stand-out jewelry, subdued makeup. She looks like the sort who in an anime would walk around with their eyes closed all the time and say "Ara ara~" in a motherly way even if she's still a teenager. Jane Shooter is also pretty much in dress code, a cute blonde with her hair pulled to the side and put in a ponytail with a green scrunchie, and accessorizing her uniform with a green scarf. (The extra color cue was pretty much what made you suspect her. It's more of a Sentai thing, but you figure wearing color coded outfits is a better clue to go on than nothing.)\n\nYou make a show of walking back and forth in front of them, using a ruler to hold close to their legs. (Jane has shortened her skirt to exactly the minimum length allowed... Danielle's is a little shorter than that, but again not so much that a teacher would think it worth it to pester her if she kept doing it. Patricia is, of course, at the default and demure length the skirt comes at.) You stand to the side, hmmming, and you can see Danielle's face getting annoyed as she braces for a lecture. Instead you say, "Alright, I've already looked over the rest, but there's one part I still need to check." You hold up the School Regulations book, turned to the pages with the dress code listings, not that you really need it since you were planning on this the entire time. "'Appropriate undergarments must be worn at all times.' So, if you would, girls, turn around and bend over the desk before lifting your skirts for me."\n\nAll three of them go beet red in the face, and the rest of the class sucks in a hard gasp. You can't help but be mildly worried... you're pretty sure your evil compatriots won't actually let you be arrested for sexual harassment, but still. There's a pregnant pause, and the three girls (who you're fairly sure aren't actually friends, just at a guess) exchange a glance... before slowly turning around and bending forward over the front of your desk, making you grin. Three pairs of hands hesitantly reach back and haul their skirts up around their waists. Danielle turns out to be wearing very plain, very conservative white cotton panties. Patricia, meanwhile, is wearing... nothing at all, her round but youthfully firm ass completely bare, shaved pink pussy framed between her legs. Last but not least, Jane is wearing pretty, snug satin panties... green ones, the exact same shade as her scrunchie and scarf.\n\n'Aha, got you!' you think smugly. Like, it could just be her favorite color, but come on... she coordinated her scrunchy, scarf, and panties in the <i>exact</i> shade of green, she's totally a magical girl. Hm, now, what to do...\n\n<hr>\n[[Cast a spell on Jane.|DarkMike]]\n\n[[Cast a spell on Danielle and Patricia.|DarkMike3x2]]\n\n[[Just enjoy yourself with all three.|DarkMike4x1]]

Why bother speaking? you muse as you walk over, your cock stiffening again fully at a thought, slipping out from beneath the barely-concealing loincloth and swaying in front of you as you move. You are a stallioness of great majesty, and as such breeding stock is yours to do with as you please, you think serenely as you push the blonde forward over the punchbowl, ignoring her loud yelp to instead just shove your flared cockhead against her crotch. The zipper bursts easily under the pressure and you hilt in her in her on the first thrust, her cry of shock and outrage cutting off in a silent scream of orgasm as her eyes instantly roll up and her tongue lolls out, the bulge of your flared cockhead showing in the tit-window of her outfit. \n\n'Mm, this fuckmeat's hole isn't bad,' you muse as you grip its waist and start fucking, pounding your cock into the hole between its legs. You can hear it making lewd little noises and feel its overstretched, destroyed hole trying to squeeze around you eagerly even as it gushes all over your swinging, lordly balls, but you largely ignore that... how the breeding receptacle feels about being fucked is irrelevant, your only desire is to have a decent place to dump your load. You're vaguely aware of onlookers staring at the scene, most of them watching with slack jaws and obviously aroused reactions, but none are so foolhardy as to interfere with a stallioness studding her chosen hole. \n\nYou don't linger overlong... after all, the idea was just to find a nice warm hole to stick your majestic prick in and empty your balls. So in less than five minutes you thrust forward into the fucktoy's hole fully, letting out a soft grunt as you start pouring your load into the thing's crotch-hole. It shudders, twitches, and mewls, the yellow-furred fuck-creature's belly swelling out as you pump it full, until the red leather coating it's covered itself in as some mockery of being a human splits open and falls away, leaving it properly naked as an animal should be as its belly swells until it almost reaches the floor. When you pull it out, the animal sags down until it's straddling its swollen cum-balloon of a stomach, twitching and gurgling. Without another thought you turn and walk away, letting your cum-smeared cock go soft again as you turn your attention to your next conquest. You're vaguely aware of one of the previous onlookers stepping up to make use of the fuckmeat's non-ruined third hole, but that's none of your business.\n\nNow! Where to spill your next load?\n\n<hr>\n[[Look for something particularly nice-looking.|BuddyFHP]]\n\n[[Look for something that will make a good onahole.|BuddyFHP]]\n\n[[Look for someone truly worthy.|BuddyFHP]]

*<b>Main:</b> Added a [[Lewd Smartphone|RanXDeb1x1]] to the debug items option of Eric's Ranma sim.\n*<b>Main:</b> After using SpinJob to turn Maya into a happy sex slave, Jamie can [[agree|QOSJ5x1]] they should get cleaned up.\n*<b>Main:</b> Eric can tell wimpified female Ranma he's going to fuck her [[pussy|RanPP8x1]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Decided to remove the "Advanced Programming Techniques" option from the Digitizer sim. I had a lot of ideas that were too grand for my abilities at the time, so it's left in a kind of weird spot. May revisit the idea at some point in the future, but for now it's out.\n*<b>Main:</b> It will be replaced by "[[Fate/Lewd Order|Digitizer10x2]]".\n*<b>Main:</b> Girl-form incuJamie can now do [[clothes shopping|QOFamInc1x3]] with Maya and Keva.\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can now do a brief pass-through play of Farmster Girl World to unlock other options for the Virtual Dimension Rig. <b>Note:</b> To get this to work, I had to remove a lot of the functions used for Farmster Girl World. Next build I'll probably be removing it from this game and any further updates will occur just on its own file. Seems like it just works better that way.\n*<b>Main:</b> When visiting Liam, Gwyn can [[sit and wait|GwynLiam1x3]] for him to return.\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can now [[wake up Fang|GGMonk5x4]] after staying over at Bellweather's.\n*<b>Main</b>: Blessed Buddy can decide to see just how far he can take things with [[Ayako and Laura|BudBless3x1]]\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can decide to purchase [[The Diablo|GGME2x1]] from Brightstar Electronics.\n*<b>Main:</b> More of Cyan and [[her uncle|GGUncle1x3]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can also [[just grab|GGMoto1x1]] the thing that's keeping the motorcycle from starting up.\n-Update 2-\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can tell Rei he's good with [[whatever will make her happy|HLSenshi23x3]] after butt stuff.\n*<b>Main:</b> Austin can hang out on the [[first floor|AusJP2x1]] of the party at his Japanese university.\n* Actually started the Ranma lewd smartphone.\n-Update 3-\n*<b>Main:</b> Added two new items, the Training Suit and the Bot to the '[[Devices|RanDeb2x1]]' selection on no-item debug mode.\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can tell Gideon he's [[not curious|QOGid2x1]] about being with another guy.\n-Update 4-\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can [[dare|GGParent13x9]] when discussing "Little Daddy".\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can get home and found he bought [[a jewelry box|QOKevDT1x2]] while shopping with Kevin.\n-Update 5-\n*Continued with Jamie and the keys.

*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can continue the branch of [[obtaining a car from her uncle|GGUncle1x4]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can continue the [[special services|QOPoke5x1]] from Nurse Joi.\n-Update 2-\n*<b>Main:</b> Holly can decide to [[visit family|HollyNovember]] for Thanksgiving.\n*<b>Main:</b> Maya can discover Jamie's had a [[different reaction|QOBook21x5]] to her post-potion self.\n*<b>Main:</b> Amanda can buy the [[Space Explorer playkit|SweetBro1x2]] for her brother.\n-Update 3-\n*<b>Main:</b> There's a [[new class|GGMageStart]] in the 'Complete Mage' book Cyan can look at in the library.\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can [[sneak peeks at Ms. Lorne|QOSchool1x2]] after staying to help her clean up.\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can answer in the [[affirmative|QOSis1x7]] to his mother's suggestion for a family activity after Knight of Glory.

-Update 1-\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can now ask his catgirl maidified mom to [[show him her panties|QOSB1x1]]\n*<b>Main:</b> Instead of peeking, Jamie can now [[listen|QOKevPorn3x1]] to the noises he hears when passing Tanya's room.\n*<b>Main:</b> Blessed Buddy can suggest he, Laura, and Ayako [[go out|BudBless3x1]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Marei can now [[look into a hookup|Marei15x1]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Amanda can buy the [[Castle Fantasy|SweetBro1x2]] playset for her brother.\n* More Amanda succubus-ing. \n*<b>Main:</b> Marei can note that Ken has [[made a big mess|Marei14x5]] due to his 'Fapluenza'.\n-Update 3-\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can now buy a 'Virtual Dimension Rig' from [[Nile|QONile5x1]].\n-Update 4-\n* More Farmster Girl World.\n*<b>Main:</b> After hypnotizing the girls at the Hitasuneko, Austin will tell them he [[can go where he wants|Austin6x2]].

"Then we should proceed to the commencement of the contest," Mrs. Andrews replies, leading the way back to the entry area and pulling the chain of an old-style schoolbell several times, before beckoning you on after her outside. \n\nSoon you and all of the others are standing in a little clump outside the front entrance, with Mrs. Andrews standing next to a waist-high metal podium with a flat top that seems to have a touchscreen built into it. "Now, as to the details of this competition," she announces in an official-sounding tone. "First of all, as said, the last person to be in sole residence of this house will be the inheritor of Archibald's estate. This competition has no end date, so whether we leave tomorrow or twenty years from now, the last one to leave is the victor."\n\n"Now, as to how this competition is to be judged. A series of buried sensors has been installed at the edge of the property, which is the bridge on that side and roughly two miles into the woods and across a large stream on the other side. Natural barriers prevent easy departure on the other two sides. By placing your hand on this sensor for twenty seconds, you will register your biometric readings with the system," she continues, gesturing to the thing beside her. "As well as accepting all benefits and risks of the competition contract."\n\n"Whaddya mean, risks?" Lucas pipes up, frowning.\n\n"Departing the mortal coil also means departing the house," Mrs. Andrews says with a quirk of the eyebrow. At the stunned looks, she holds up a hand. "Purely written into the rules to account for deaths of natural causes, I'm sure. At one time several rather older people were in the running, plus it was simply a common sense measure to insure that the competition did not become unwinnable in the case of a sudden heart attack or somesuch."\n\n"What about other problems?" Dallas pipes up. "What if one of us is runnin' in the forest and breaks our fool leg or something?"\n\n"The rules of the contest still apply. However, medical help, while some distance away, is still available, and at worst a helicopter can bring in medical personnel... it does, however, still count as a forfeit if you leave to seek further treatment. Similarly, food and other necessities will be delivered on a regular basis, and the house is stocked with enough emergency supplies for ten people for ten years even if something should happen to cut off the outside world. Archibald believed in being prepared for the worst."\n\n"But we can't leave even to go to the movies, I suppose," Paris says with a bit of a sigh.\n\n"Correct. Newspapers, magazines, and other entertainment will be delivered with the food and necessities, but you'll have no real control over what those might be. Any boredom or whatnot will simply be one of the challenges of this competition."\n\n"I imagine there must be some other caveats for behavior during this," Dumas notes, cupping his chin thoughtfully.\n\n"Yes. It is forbidden to deliberately injure any of the other competitors... though someone else would have to witness and corroborate the attack, if it happened," Mrs. Andrews says.\n\n"What?! So it's fine to attack someone else if you do it when you're alone?" Katy blurts.\n\n"That is... one interpretation," Mrs. Andrews admits. "But there must be some sort of corroboration method, else anyone could accuse anyone else without proof and have them disqualified. I'm sure this was determined to be the fairest method available, considering the circumstances." She clears her throat. "In any event, those are the rules. Now, when I call your name, please step forward, place your hand on the sensor, and wait until it flashes green."\n\nOne by one, each of the contestants... Lucas, Dumas, Dallas, Paris, Katy, and Mrs. Andrews herself... all put their hands on the device and wait for it to flicker a green 'Registered' before they step aside. As you're called last, Dallas smirks and slaps you lightly on the back. "Lucky number seven! Don't 'spect to get too lucky, though," she adds as the light flashes.\n\n"Well then, with that done, let's all go inside and discuss the matter of dinner duties, shall we?" Mrs. Andrews suggests, several of the others rolling their eyes but nevertheless following her towards the stairs. You start to do so as well, only for some bit of motion to catch the corner of your eye. You stop, turning to peer at the woods.\n\n"Hm? Austin?" Katy stops beside you, following your line of sight. "Did you see something?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Some weird animal.|AusHH]]\n\n[[It looked... demonic.|AusHH]]\n\n[[No, nothing.|AusHH]]

Maybe it's the strange dreamlike quality of the whole situation, but most of the higher thinking processes of your brain just sort of shut down. As if on reflex you lift your hips and Ciara's body pulls down your pajama pants, your stiff cock lifted up and then dropping free as the waistband is drawn over it, jutting up at an angle over your belly as the pants are drawn fully off and tossed aside.\n\nCiara's body leans forward over you again, obviously deciding to present those big, pale tits to you again as it wraps a hand around your cock and starts stroking, showing not a little familiarity with pleasuring a nice, stiff prick. You shiver at the feeling, then reach out, cupping those breasts, lifting them and letting them fill your hands. They really are amazingly soft... you've always been a fan of the firm ones, obviously, but the way these just seem to fill up your palms and almost flow over your fingers is amazing. Ciara's body braces its other hand on the mattress, leaning into your hands a bit as it continues stroking your cock.\n\nEvery so often Ciara's body releases your shaft to reach down and fondle your balls. Somehow just how cool and smooth those fingers are is even more highlighted there, and you moan softly into the dark of the bedroom as the headless form alternates between pumping your prick and caressing your sack. Eventually though it releases you, but only so it can move around, swinging Ciara's thighs to straddle your head. You moan lowly as it leans forward, pressing those soft, enveloping tits around your cock. Of course that leaves you with a view of Ciara's pussy, which is just as pale pink, almost white, as her nipples. Resting your hands on curvy, soft thighs you lean up and forward, starting to lap at the plump folds, working your tongue over them and between them as Ciara's body rocks itself against you in a light titfuck. There's no moaning or gasping to indicate if you're doing a good job... which you guess you should expect... but the enthusiasm of its rocking against you and wiggling its hips against your face does give you a few clues. \n\nBut yet again, it stops and moves. This time it straddles your thighs, running its hands up and down your chest, slow, almost worshipful strokes, cool, delicate fingertips even tweaking at your nipples a few times and making you shudder. But apparently it was just waiting for you to cool down a bit before it lifts up, raising its hips as it moves forward and reaching down, nudging your cock into position between those plump, pale folds before sinking down on you.\n\nYou let out a loud moan, your hands moving to rest on Ciara's waist as you're engulfed by her pussy, even if she doesn't seem to be the one here and in charge of that. Rather than being blazing hot, it's actually quite cool, much like the rest of her skin, but somehow that's pleasurable and alluring in its own way. Ciara's body slides itself fully down on you, giving its hips a little wiggle as you hilt inside its pussy, then begins moving in quick, sure, obviously experienced motions. You squeeze its waist, almost mesmerized by the sight of those soft tits bouncing and flopping and her round ass slapping against you. The complete and utter silence from your partner is almost arousing in its strangeness itself, and you find yourself doing your best to thrust up, work your hips, move her atop you as if you could somehow urge that headless form to voice pleasure without a mouth.\n\nThough there's still no sound other than your own soft moans, hard breathing, and the slap of flesh on flesh, you can definitely see you're making an impact, Ciara's body arching its back and twisting atop you in silent pleasure. Its hands slide up and down your arms, gripping briefly near your elbows before moving down. You're a bit shocked when it pushes its hands beneath yours so it can lace fingers with you, and yet you eagerly enough squeeze its hands, holding them firmly as the two of you work your bodies together.\n\nFinally you let out a low moan, thrusting upward hard and squeezing Ciara's body's hands as you empty yourself into its pussy, your balls lifting and your cock twitching inside it. Ciara's body quivers visibly, taut-muscled and trembling if utterly silent, pussy squeezing tightly around yours as if that ghostly-cool channel were trying to milk you of every drop.\n\nWhen you slump, Ciara's body slumps atop you, soft breasts pressing to your chest as you try to catch your breath, its own chest thoroughly immobile, your fingers still entwined with its. Then Ciara's body shifts, moving slightly and more deliberately atop you. Though you find yourself looking at, well, absolutely nothing since it's moved to where its neck and yours are even. And yet all the same, you get the impression of a... well... what else could you possibly call it?\n\nThe ghost of a kiss.\n\nThen Ciara's body slowly, but smoothly, disengages from you, lifting up and off of you, your half-hard cock dropping free of its pussy and flopping wetly against your belly, its fingers giving yours one last squeeze before its hands disengage. Then it rises from the bed and walks to the door, ass jiggling faintly with the sensual sway of its hips, your cum still dripping down its thighs. The door closes after it, and a few moments later you hear the sound of the guest bathroom shower going.\n\n"... Well hell," you huff, flopping an arm across your face.\n\nIn the morning once you've showered and dressed, you decide to just have no expectations and try to handle things as they come at you. As you leave your bedroom, it's at almost the exact same time Ciara is leaving hers. She's dressed now, certainly, head back in place atop her neck and ribbon covering the point where you now know it seperates. When she sees you, though, her pale cheeks color pink just the faintest bit, before she quickly clears her throat. "Yes, hello, good morning, Wilhelm!"\n\n"Ah, yeah, morning, Ciara," you answer, clearing your throat. "Ah, everything okay?"\n\n"Yes!" she squeaks, a slightly panicked look in her eyes as they flit back and forth. "Yes, everything is fine! Nothing is amiss!" Then her expression slowly becomes a bit sheepish. "Ah... excuse my odd behavior. In truth I had an... odd dream last night."\n\n"... Odd dream?" you echo, slowly starting to comprehend.\n\n"It has been... quite some time since I had such a dream, so if I am just a little... 'off', I beg your indulgence and forgiveness," she murmurs, sketching a quick bow, then hurriedly clapping her hands to the sides of her head as she straightens up, tightening her choker and muttering, "I do not have my head on quite right this morning."\n\n<hr>\n[[Better tell her.|Ciara]]\n\n[[Keep it to yourself.|Ciara]]

"Ah, hey, even if you don't really need to eat, it's still good to celebrate someone's moving in with a nice dinner, so I think I'm gonna start making preparations," you announce. "Why don't you go ahead and rest up a bit?"\n\n"Yes. Thank you," Ciara answers, her voice still soft.\n\nYou head downstairs, doing a mixture of actually preparing for dinner and making busywork to keep your mind off of things. Because even though she only arrived today, there's definitely... well, there's definitely something there with Ciara, some sort of connection. ... Of course maybe that's just the Doom from her that's attached to you, you tell yourself ruefully. It could all be in your head.\n\n... Still. You can't help but enjoy it a bit when she seems to be so shocked and yet so pleased at you going out of your way to be nice to her. It's kind of obvious that not a lot of people in her life... or un-life... ever have, or at least it's been a long time since anyone has. Though that makes you frown as you're cutting up potatoes. 'It was her own fault she lost her castle? I wonder what that means.' Maybe you should look up some more things about Dullahan lore. ... Although would that count as invading her privacy at this point? Like... yes, they are publicly-available fairy tales, essentially, but somehow digging around in them to learn more things about your new houseguest (friend?) specifically, instead of just after her, feels iffy.\n\nSo you largely discard the idea, for the moment, and instead finish up dinner. Ciara comes down eventually, and seems quite pleased with the presentation of steak and roasted herb potatoes. The two of you find things to chat about again, though this time it's mostly about things you like or have done, with her urging you to tell her more things about the modern world that she hasn't really had a chance to participate in.\n\n"Ah, speaking of your job eating up your time," you say a bit dryly, Ciara giving a very small and rather wry grin. "Will you be out most nights doing that, or...?"\n\n"No, Dullahans are usually only called upon for... I suppose a phrase to describe them is 'special occasions'," she replies, clearly a little embarrassed about using a marketing term for her supernatural doings. "Only particular souls need such specific guidance to the afterlife, or doomsaying."\n\n"Doomsaying?" you say with a blink.\n\n"The less pleasant side of my obligations," Ciara admits with a sigh, a faint extra sound and the tiniest ruffle of her ribbon added to it. "Sometimes a particular person has done some wrong in such a way that I am called upon to inflict the Doom of my aura deliberately. There's a whole... dramatic appearance at their door and... bucket of blood thing," she mutters. "... I don't enjoy it."\n\n"I wouldn't think you would, no," you agree, which seems to please her for some reason, her body language perking up. "But you don't have to do either of those things that much?"\n\n"It seems like much more when I'm traveling to my usual abode between them, but time is a strange thing there," Ciara allows. "But no, in truth there can be quite some lengths of time between needing to be about my business." She pauses, then her eyes twinkle just a bit as she says, "I will try to be quiet if I leave to harvest souls in the midst of the night."\n\n"No storing the buckets of blood in the garage either?" you add, grinning.\n\nAt that she actually laughs just a little bit, bringing her curled knuckles up to her mouth as her eyes close briefly. "No, certainly not. In fact I think I shall endeavor to 'change my schedule' so that I am mostly awake during the day and resting at night, when I know there will be no work, to better adapt myself to a typical mortal way of life. It will be... a year, after all."\n\n"Yup, sure will," you agree, feeling far more settled about that than before.\n\nAfterward the two of you sit and listen to music for a few hours, since you're not quite sure yet what sort of movies to suggest watching with your slightly behind-the-times guest. Maybe you'll figure it out in the days and weeks ahead. But eventually the two of you bid each other goodnight, and retire to your adjacent bedrooms. Reminding yourself of basic roommate etiquette (just in case) you put on a pair of pajama pants before retiring, rather than sleeping in the nude as you might otherwise. For a time, your head continues to buzz with all the thoughts of the day, until eventually, perhaps simply having run out of processing power, it shuts down and lets you fall asleep in peace.\n\nYou wake up just in time to feel the blanket being pulled off of you, and the mattress depressing under the weight of another body. It's still quite dark out, the middle of the night, and the darkness and your own muddled head means your eyes take a moment to adjust and see exactly what body is on the bed with you... then they widen as you realize it's <i>just</i> a body.\n\nCiara's body, completely naked, is crawling across the mattress towards you on all fours. Which means that you can not only see her (its?) large, soft, pale breasts swaying below, but the place where Ciara's head was resting earlier. The point where Ciara's body's neck ends is a completely smooth grey plain, something about it feeling like your eyes can't really register the fact that it's just 'nothing'. Between the shock of that, the shock of being awakened, and the shock of naked woman in your bed, you're left laying there completely still and silent as the headless female form moves between your legs and straightens, those soft tits hanging down heavily, capped by nipples so pale they're almost invisible against the skin, epsecially in the darkness.\n\n"Uh... Ciara?" you squeak. There's no response, and you quickly look around. "Ciara?!"\n\nBut there's no sign of her head, either, and Ciara's body leans forward, those pretty, elegant fingers sliding across the front of your pajama pants. You swallow hard, your cock already having gone a fair bit stiff at the sight of Ciara's naked (if incomplete) form despite the strangeness of it, but those fingers smoothly, deliberately, shamelessly cupping around your shaft to squeeze and rubs has you at full mast almost instantly. Despite the lack of a head, Ciara's body seems to radiate satisfaction as its hand slides further up, the other coming around, fingers hooking into the waistband of your pants.\n\n<hr>\n[[Push the body away.|Ciara]]\n\n[[... Just go with it.|Ciara1x4]]

"Ah, you know what?" you announce, as if suddenly having remembered. "I have a friend here, since I rent stuff for parties from this place a lot. He can have it set up for us while we go out and have lunch."\n\nCiara blinks, then points at the side of the box. "The instructions seem relatively simple, I could easily assemble this myself."\n\n"I know, but it'll be throwing him a bone since I'll get to tip him for it," you spin, shrugging a little to emphasize that it's not a big deal.\n\n"Ah, I see. In that case I understand."\n\n"Here, why don't you look at this and see if there's somewhere you'd like to eat while I take care of it?" you suggest, pulling up a list of local restaurants and passing Ciara your phone.\n\n"Ah, indeed, thank you." She doesn't seem particularly confused by a smartphone, though her swipes of her finger across the screen are just a little uncertain as she wanders up towards the front of the store. Seeing she's sufficiently distracted, you hurry back towards the counter.\n\nYou're not terribly surprised when Ciara picks out a nearby Irish pub. Actually you're pretty sure it's technically a 'brewpub' but 'Irish brewpub' doesn't have quite the same ring. You'd started to cotton on to certain things after the initial shock faded, so as the two of you sit eating you do your best to strike up a conversation. You figure there's not a lot of crossover between managing investments and reaping the dead, and you're guessing her childhood is a no-go, so instead you talk a bit about food and beer. Ciara's not blazingly enthusiastic about it... apparently she can eat but doesn't often, but she does seem interested in some things, and you let her interest lead you in where to take the conversation, winding up talking about different countries the two of you have visited. Although again there's not much overlap in the purposes of your visits, things like scenery and architecture are subjects the both of you can talk about.\n\nEventually the two of you return home, Ciara preceding you up the stairs. "It has been some time since I went about for so long in the day," she notes. "Perhaps I will lay down for a bit, just to-"\n\nShe stops, having just opened the door to her room, red eyes staring at the interior. Rather than the futon with its assemble-it-yourself metal frame, there's a four-poster bed... not a particularly big one, since there wasn't entirely room for a full-sized one, but a four-poster all the same, draped with quality silk hangings. The sheets are rich and dark green as well, with red pillows, including one that's naturally shaped to have an indentation in the center. The bedside table, chairs, and desk are all in antique style, with elaborate carvings along the backs and arms and red cushions with gold thread making crowns across the surface. On the wall between the windows is a painting of a cliffside in Ireland... well, it's a reproduction, but it's still a rather nice painting, in your opinion.\n\n"I... what is this?" Ciara really seems a bit flummoxed, turning towards you. "Wilhelm, honestly, this is too much, what did you-"\n\n"Hey, you'll be here for a year." You smile at her and shrug a bit. "That means for the next year, this is your home too. It doesn't hurt to put in some extra effort to make someone comfortable in their own home, does it?"\n\nShe's still not smiling though, and you wonder if you miscalculated and now she's offended. But then you see her red eyes actually grow shiny, and she quickly turns away, facing towards the bed, hands clasped primly in front of herself. "... It's very wonderful. Thank you," she says in a soft voice. \n\n<hr>\n[[Give her some privacy until dinner.|Ciara1x3]]\n\n[[Give her some space.|Ciara]]

"I mean, the whole house is kind of up for grabs," you say after a moment's thought, giving her a somewhat rueful grin. "Seems the least I could do for someone who's trying to save me from Doom."\n\nShe blinks. "Ah, you mean, every room but yours, perhaps?"\n\n"No, if that's the one you like, I'll just move to the guest bedroom or something for awhile, it's not a big deal. You can take a look around, and whatever room you like, we'll get it fixed up for you just as you like."\n\nCiara looks at you for long moments, as if trying to get a sense of whether you're just attempting to suck up. But after a second her expression softens a little, and she nods. "That is very courteous of you. Then please, give me a tour of your home."\n\nYou show her around the downstairs, including the guest room, which she looks at speculatively but doesn't say anything about. You show her the upstairs as well, but it's in a room that you're currently using half as a library and half as storage that she stops, looking about for long moments, before nodding. "Yes, this would be ideal."\n\n"Hm? Ah, you sure?" you ask. "It'd take a little while to move these boxes out and get a bed in here, and it's not as big as some of the other rooms..."\n\n"I like the view from the windows, and I appreciate the bookshelves as well. If it would not be too much trouble, I would very much like to stay here," she says firmly.\n\nYou almost note one other 'issue' with the room, glancing at the very next door to it... which is the door to your room. The two of you will actually be sharing a wall. ... Oh well, you told her that she could have any room she wanted, you'll just have to work a bit harder at any roommate decorum you would have instituted. "Okay then, let me get started on moving these boxes to the garage, then we'll see about getting a bed for in here."\n\n"I will assist," Ciara says, following after you as you move to the stacks, giving you a glance and adding, apparently to cut off any dissent, "I am fully capable of doing so, and it is a poor guest that never offers assistance."\n\nYou get the sense that she takes a lot of pride in intending to be a good guest, so you decide not to argue, instead thanking her. The two of you make several trips from the library down the stairs and out to the garage. Ciara eventually says she'll finish up the last few boxes and urges you to clean up, since you'd mentioned that after this the two of you could go out to buy a bed. You're a bit envious that even after you've showered and put on clean clothes, she still looks fresher and more dust-free than you... you wonder if that's some supernatural benefit of being a headless knight, or if that's just her.\n\nHalf an hour later you're walking through a furniture store with a supernatural creature, which is odd enough that you feel a little dissociated from the whole thing and yet Ciara's handling everything with such aplomb that maybe it's rubbing off on you. She just seems to roll with practically everything as if it's perfectly natural... again you wind up wondering if that's some sort of Dullahan thing or if it's just her personally. Getting a bit more curious, you ask, "So, Ciara, where do you usually live? I mean, when you're not helping meddling mortals avoid Doom."\n\nShe blinks, then actually gives you a very small smile as she answers. "In a small tower on an island far from here. Of course it is not far for someone like me, but it is distant from everything and everyone else."\n\n"Hunh. So do you have it all fitted out like ye olde king's castle?" you ask, encouraged by her smile and giving her a grin.\n\nYou immediately realize that you've made some sort of blunder when the smile instantly disappears, and her eyes shift towards the floor a bit. "... It is not. It is quite utilitarian. I did once have quite a grand castle... most likely exactly the sort of thing you are thinking of. But it was... taken from me." She quickly shrugs, raising her gaze back to you. "My own fault, really, and it is of no nevermind. I am a knight, after all, and at the end of the day I require very little. This, for example," she says, gesturing to a fairly nice futon. "Would be quite ideal. It can be installed with relative ease, can it not? Ah yes, there are boxes containing them, shall we get one and go?"\n\nIt's hard not to stare at her. It's obvious whatever happened that caused her to lose that castle pains and shames her deeply, and so she's really trying to avoid talking about it. ... Well. Everyone's got their own secrets, maybe it would be best not to meddle with the issue?\n\n<hr>\n[[Buy a futon and go.|Ciara]]\n\n[[... hm...|Ciara1x2]]

All characters are fictional. Like super, duper, ultra fictional. Never existed. Don't exist. They have not ceased to be, they never were.\n\nOh yeah and all of them are portrayed by characters over eighteen. However that works for fictional people.\n\nAhem. Anyway. Also like has been said like a billion times on the start page, this is only meant to be played by someone over eighteen who is allowed to look at all of the various sexual stuff portrayed here. If you're not supposed to be looking at any of it and you do, you are just absolutely terrible. Go turn yourself in to the police for a beating right now.\n\nKhajiit accepts no responsibility for legal troubles, family troubles, emotional upset, social justice offense, or lost lunch that occurs from playing of khajiit's game. Thank you.\n\n[[Back.|Start]]

*<b>Main:</b> Liam can now discover [[which book|GwynSaya3x3]] Gwyn was reading before.\n-Update 2-\n*<b>Main:</b> Gyarufied Ranma can now [[make a decision|FRanX13x6]] about what to do.\n-Update 3-\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can decide to try a [[store|QODil1x5]] to expand his collection of butt toys.

*<b>Main:</b> Continuing Holly's infernalized [[July 4th party|HolJuly1x4]].\n*<b>Main:</b> After freeing the futa vampire, Eric can [[look into her eyes|HHHVampDick1x1]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan and Sapphire can decide to [[accept|GGAlien2x6]] their new situation after returning to Earth. Earlier on, the double Cyans can decide to [[stay with Celest|GGAlien2x4]].\n-Update 2-\n*<b>Main:</b> When searching for water on the mysterious island, Amanda can [[forget to check|SKMI1x1]] before drinking.\n*<b>Main:</b> A new store for Cyan to check out has been added to the [[shopping district|GGShopStart]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can tell Kalli the important part of a good relationship is [[defined roles|QOKalli1x1]].\n-Update 3-\n* More Cyan and Vex.\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can now [[think better|GGMoto1x1]] of just grabbing the interruption in the motorcycle's ignition.\n-Update 4-\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can now select [[Schwanstuckers of Skyrim|Cyrim1x1]] as the first mod to use in VR Skyrim.\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can request the [[sampler box|QOKevPorn6x2]] for the popular girls' party.

* <b>Main</b>: Austin can now tell the hypnotized girls [[he inherited them|Austin6x2]] along with the hot springs.\n* <b>Main</b>: Imaginarium-using Eric can now try [[time control|RunFF7x4]] when messing about with powers in school.\n* <b>Main</b>: Eric can [[give up resisting|HLMai3x1]] once futa Mai has facefucked him.\n* <b>Main</b>: [[Mike|MikeStart]] now has a new job opportunity.\n* <b>Main</b>: Cyan can now choose to be a [[Producer|GGSR7x1]] when working in the Ag Sector.\n* <b>Main</b>: Road Witch Cyan can [[approach the camper|RoadWitch1x1]]. \n* <b>Main</b>: Knocked-up girl Ranma can decide to try to hook [[Soun|FRanX22x7]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Mike can now have Robert set the animatronics to [[horny|MikeFiestaStart]].\n* <b>Main</b>: Jamie can now go with [[his father|QOFamStart]] for his birthday.\n* More of Mike trying to find out the magical girls' secret identities.\n* More of Jamie and his dad.\n* <b>Main</b>: Cypher can now enter [[Equivalent Exchange|Cypher15x2]] after rolling Karma Slave.\n* <b>Main</b>: Holly can now choose [[turkey|HollyNov1x4]] from among the options offered by the Thanksgiving Rebellion.\n* <b>Main</b>: Holly can also [[reject|HolValStart]] the Valentine's chocolates from Allen.\n* <b>Main</b>: Cyan can now [[resist|GGCandy5x2]] further stimulation of her candy-induced dick.\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can now agree to be the [[toy|WLMischief1x2]] of the strange rich man who rescues him at Worldland.\n* <b>Main</b>: Sam can [[stay away|FemPalV10x2]] from the strange light she sees when being cyberized.

"Or change"? Huh. Must be some variety unique to Japan. Maybe it's to say that if you don't like the question or the dare you're given, you're free to say 'Change' and switch to the other one. Still, a game of Truth or Dare is always a fun possibility, so you head over to room 204, with its heavily rune-decorated posterboard sign. Not sure of the etiquette here, since the door is closed, you go ahead and knock rather than just barging in.\n\nA few seconds later, the door opens and you're hit in the face by a wave of smoke that you can't help but cough a bit at. However, since it's spicy rather than sweet, you think it must be incense (at least, mostly incense). Of course then you're distracted by the girl who leans out of the doorway to look at you. She seems like she might be a bit older than you, her black hair short and rather disheveled, falling over one eye... but the other is a brilliant blue color. Of course you're somewhat distracted from her face by the fact that her chest is, well, immense... and she's wearing some sort of sleeveless, backless sweater-dress that leaves the sides of those large mammaries uncovered. In fact, if it weren't for your eyes watering a little from the incense smoke, you're fairly certain you'd be able to see a bit of rosy areola on one.\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/hOh8sRB.jpg>\n\n"Ohhhhhhh! Good good, we were just about to get started on the game proper!" she says, giving a soft 'kukukuku' laugh before adding, "We've just been messing around a bit, come in, come in."\n\n"Uh, thanks." Between the incense and how attractive she is (even if her manner's a little offputting), you can't really pass up that invitation and step into the room. It looks like a large office area, but the furniture has pretty much all been cleared out. There are a number of people sitting on the floor in a circle, and the lights are out... the dim illumination is provided entirely by candles and little glowing crystal balls on stands. With the low light and the incense haze, it's difficult to really pick out the other people in here, but you get the sense that most of them are attractive weirdos like your apparent host. "Um, I'm Austin."\n\n"My name's Saiko," she chirps, making you do a bit of a double-take before you recall different language standards. "I'm the organizer of this event, and the head of the Unofficial Occult Club."\n\n"Oh, yeah, I noticed that," you answer, trying to make chit-chat rather than sitting down immediately, since you're not entirely sure you want to stay, big-boobed hottie organizer or not. "Your club said 'Unofficial', the others didn't."\n\n"This college allows and endorses clubs, but only ones that are directly related to one or more of the courses they offer here," Saiko explains with a little flick of her hand. "And while there's one parapsychology class, that's not technically 'occult'. So, I have to hold my meetings off school grounds and I don't get any funding or acknowledgement. Such is life," she says in a resigned tone, shrugging dramatically (and making her boobs shake enough that you're definitely sure you'd have seen some nipple if it weren't so dim in here). "But! We still get to have this fun game!" she continues with another soft 'kukuku' as she heads back to one of the gaps in the circle. "We've already done the rituals, and received the blessing of the Lantern King," she continues, pointing to the center of the circle where there is indeed some sort of magical circle etched on the floor, with a brass lantern in the center with a black candle flickering inside it. "And we're ready to play!"\n\n"Uh... huh." You blink slowly once, still hesitating about moving to the other gap in the circle. "Er, just to check... I'm really only familiar with 'Truth or Dare'."\n\n"Oh, it's quite simple. If you're called upon, you choose 'Truth, Dare, or Change'. If you choose Truth or Dare but refuse to obey, then the Lantern King will choose 'Change' for you. But you should know, he hates cowards," she adds with another of her odd laughs. "So instead of the person whose turn it is picking your Change, the Lantern King will... and it will probably be worse than if you'd just chosen it in the first place. So!" She gestures to the spot across from hers, every head in the room turned towards you expectantly. "Have a seat, and let's begin!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Alright.|AusJP2x4]]\n\n[[No thanks.|AusJP]]

You can't help but smirk, watching a visible shiver play through the lawyer's body as she gives your stiffening shaft a squeeze. "Seems you've found something you like, huh?" you offer, since you don't exactly have any good go-to lines for when a married woman grabs your dick in her office in the middle of the day.\n\n"I-I'm sorry, I... I can't seem to help myself," she answers breathlessly, right before sinking down to her knees and starting to undo your pants. She gasps loudly as she pulls them open and your hard cock drops free from the front flap of your boxers, practically smacking her in the face. "O-oh... oh my," she murmurs, her voice almost a moan as she brings both hands up to start stroking at you, rubbing the smooth skin of your shaft against her face. "It's... it's so much bigger than my husband's..."\n\nWhile you do admit that you've never exactly been worried about the size of your endowments, you do look (and feel) extra long, thick, and hard today. Maybe it's because in all your various experiences, you've never had a mature married woman running her fingers over you almost worshipfully, while gazing up at you with lust-glazed eyes. You give a soft grunt of pleasure as she drags her tongue up the underside of your shaft, rolling it around before sucking at part of your shaft, stroking the lower half with one hand. But she doesn't stay licking at it long before she slides her mouth over the head, starting to suck on it eagerly and shamelessly, her head twisting slightly as she bobs up and down, gulping at your prick without reservation.\n\nMoaning more loudly, you reach down and put both hands on her head. "Geez, you're really fuckin' in love with my cock, huh?" you growl, your voice coming out a little deeper and more resonant than you're used to, as if from deeper in your chest. When she gives a low, needy moan in response, you take that as permission to take some initiative. You begin thrusting your hips and pulling on her head, smirking as she almost immediately quags loudly, then again, before your next push actually pushes into her throat. If you were worried about how she might take you deciding to fuck her face, the look in her eyes when she rolls them up at you again, blatantly pleading for more, eliminates it. You keep thrusting your hips, working your throbbing prick deeper into her throat with every thrust, drool dribbling down her chin as she yanks her suit jacket open, then pops several of the top buttons of her blouse so she can yank down the front of her bra. Her tits are large and full, looking all the moreso for being pushed upward by the shoved-down bra, filling her hands as she kneads at them while you pound her throat.\n\nAfter a few minutes you pull your cock out past her lips, the length of it dripping with churned-up spit, and slap it lightly against her face a few times. "Yeah, you like that? You like that, you fucking slut? Like sucking some young guy's dick in your office?"\n\n"Oh fuck, oh yes, please fuck my face some more, please," she begs, right before you shove your prick back in her mouth and start doing just that. But eventually you want more, and pull out again, grabbing her shoulders and hauling her up, lifting her some to take the steps back necessary to sit her on the edge of her desk. She writhes needily as you shove up her skirt and yank the crotch of her white panties aside, the blonde crying out eagerly as you stuff your spit-shined prick in her pussy. She wraps her arms and legs lightly around you as you start fucking her against the desk, her pussy squeezing and trembling around you with practically every thrust. "Oh fuck, yes yes yes, fuck my slutty cunt with your hot young prick, you're fucking me better than my husband ever did, fuck, yes, fuck!"\n\nYou wonder if the office is soundproofed or if she just doesn't care about letting everyone else in the building know that she's cheating on her husband with a nineteen-year-old client. You find you don't really care which it is, you're too focused on grabbing at those big mature tits and kneading them, feeling your fingers sink into them as they jiggle against your hands, her pretty blonde hair now in disarray, strands of it slipped free of the braid and drifting in front of her sweaty, flushed face as it contorts with her pleasure. You're actually a little surprised you haven't cum already... you're definitely feeling a greater sense of control than any time before. But still as she bucks against you, her half-pantied ass rubbing across the desktop, you can feel yourself getting close.\n\n<hr>\n[[Cum in her.|Austin]]\n\n[[Cum on her.|Austin1x5]]

Feeling the pressure welling up, you pull back suddenly from Mrs. Andrews, your cock yanked out of her pussy and dripping girlcum as it does. As unprompted and eager as any porn actress, the lawyer immediately slips down from the desk and back onto her knees, tilting her head back and opening her mouth wide, making breathless, needy noises as you stroke your prick while aiming it at her face. You moan lowly as you start firing long, thick ropes of milky white across her face, splattering on her extended tongue and smearing on the lenses of her glasses. You just keep going, shooting probably the biggest load of your life as you cover her face, some of it dripping down onto her bare tits or landing in her pretty hair, or soaking into the jacket of her suit.\n\nFinally, when you've stopped, she continues kneeling there looking quite the mess, closing her mouth to swallow what landed in it and then licking her lips. "Thank you, Master," she moans, sending a thrilling shiver through you. You really do feel like her master... as if your cumshot has marked her as yours somehow.\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept her servitude.|Austin]]\n\n[[This has gone far enough.|Austin]]\n\n[[Mark her even more.|Austin]]

The check you already got would pay for the rest of your school, buy you a nice house and car debt-free, and let you live off of it for quite awhile... taking any more money almost seems greedy, and you have your own interest in strange and unusual things from around the world. Hey, maybe that's why Guncle Archie left it to you. "I think I'll take the artifacts, thank you," you answer with a nod.\n\n"Alright. We just need to confirm that this is the right crate by opening it, and then I'll have it delivered to the address you specify." Mrs. Andrews stands and makes her way over to the crate, beckoning lightly for you to follow her. She picks up the pry bar from the top of the crate and wedges it in, giving a few shoves. Either she's stronger than she looks or the nails weren't hammered in particularly deep, because the lid practically pops off. She slides it to one side, enough for the light to get in and reveal packing material and a number of objects inside. "There we go. I recognize several items from the manifest so it looks like everything's here, can you confirm that this crate is full please?"\n\nYou nod, leaning forward and looking for several moments longer than necessary since it feels almost like a ritual, then nod. "Yeah, looks okay to me."\n\n"Alright, then just let me grab the papers for you to sign," she announces as she heads back to the desk.\n\nYou take a look in while you wait, and notice that sitting close to the top, resting in a bowl, is a pendant with a chain made of multiple-linked gold links to give it a sort of squarish look. The pendant is gold as well, and seems to be a snarling lion's head surrounded by a glorious mane. It's certainly a nice bit of jewelry, and it's yours now, you suppose, maybe you could go ahead and put it on.\n\n<hr>\n[[Put it on.|Austin1x3]]\n\n[[Leave it for later.|Austin9x1]]

It's definitely caught your eye, so you snag the chain and haul it out. There's no clasp, but the chain is plenty long enough for you to slip it over your head, the lion's head settling on your chest easily. \n\n"Here you are, Austin," Mrs. Andrews chirps as she makes her way over, setting the papers with a pad under them on top of the crate. "Oh! You ah... you seem to have found something you like already," she notes, for some reason sounding rather flustered as she looks at the pendant. "It... it looks quite nice on you," she notes, and as you glance up from looking over the paper, you notice that her cheeks are a little flushed. Odd. You finish signing your name and filling out the address of your mother's house, since there's not exactly anywhere to put the crate in your room back at school, and look up to find Mrs. Andrews still looking at you with pink cheeks.\n\n"Ah... does it really look that good on me?" you ask, slightly embarrassed as you glance down at the pendant.\n\n"Well... yes, it... I'm really not quite sure what it is, but somehow it makes you look very... manly. Perhaps it just suits you particularly well, is all," she murmurs, reaching out to adjust your collar a little over the necklace, then tracing a hand lightly down the links. It would almost be a motherly gesture... except for the way her pretty eyes have glazed over a little and her lips are parted slightly, her chest rising and falling a bit visibly from her quickened breath. Her fingertips trace over the outline of the lion's head, her teeth starting to worry her lower lip a little...\n\n... before her hand trails down the front of your shirt, to your pants, and she brazenly grabs at your cock through them. Your eyes widen in shock as you look at her face, her own eyes gazing back needfully as she strokes and rubs your shaft through the layers of cloth.\n\n<hr>\n[[Fuck her.|Austin1x4]]\n\n[[Refuse her.|Austin]]

You really don't want to wind up spending the next four years feeling incredibly awkward every time you're in your room, and attempting any posturing or being overly eager to please seems like a good way to wind up with just that situation. You straighten up and turn to face him, trying not to fold your arms over your chest since you have a bit of a complex about... ... most of... your gestures. So you wind up standing a bit awkwardly with your hands at your sides, but still not feeling too overwhelmed by it as you say, "Yeah, that's me, hi." You offer your hand, which he smiles and shakes.\n\n"So! Looking forward to getting to know you," he continues. "You need help with bringing anything in?"\n\n"No, just another bag or two in my truck," you reply with a nod.\n\n"Oh cool, got your own car, that's good. Heck, a truck is even better, I'm sure there's some trouble we could get into using that," he notes, green eyes twinkling a bit as he sets his hands on his hips.\n\n"So you're a local?" you ask. You specifically picked a college rather far from your hometown so that you'd be less likely to run into anyone you knew. Kind of hard to get a fresh start when you've got someone around that might still be immature enough to spread around your schoolboy nickname. \n\n"Semi-local, I'm actually from the next town over. But my older brother graduated from here last year, and I visited him a lot, practically spent all my weekends and summers up here. Some of his friends haven't graduated yet so they're still around, so if you want to hang out, I'm sure we can have a pretty decent social life." He grins some more, then ahs. "Oh yeah, speaking of which, there's gonna be a big mixer at one of the SSCs tonight."\n\n"SSC?" you say blankly.\n\n"Ah, they didn't tell you about those at orientation?" Allen shakes his head and gives a bit of an elaborate shrug. "This college doesn't have fraternities, it has 'Scholastic Social Clubs'. In practice they're kind of the same thing but the culture's supposed to be a bit different, and supposedly the administration keeps a closer eye on them. Mostly it just means that there's less chanting and treating your combination dorm and social club like some sort of grand tradition. My brother was in the Mixed Sciences SSC, so some of his friends made sure I knew it was going on, but basically everyone in the sciences departments are invited. Be a good chance to do some mingling, meet some people, have some fun, whaddya say?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree to go.|Gwyn1x2]]\n\n[[Decline.|Gwyn]]

Admittedly, you do like a good party game... especially the kind that bored and horny college students can get up to. And you're kind of curious as to how this particular crowd rolls... they're basically two different cultures from you at once, one being Japanese and the other being the social/scholarly elite. You wander towards what looks like a stairwell and head up, and through a door marked with a prinout reading '2 - Party Games'. It also has smaller text reading 'Please remember that all rules must be followed. Entering a game room means you have already agreed to follow the rules.' Wow, they're kind of hung up on that whole thing, aren't they?\n\nYou emerge into an incredibly normal-seeming hallway. It's perhaps wider than average for an office building, and there are a few benches and chairs, one or two of which are host to a few partygoers who are either chatting with each other or resting, apparently taking advantage of the quiet separation from downstairs. You see that the doors each have signs, either of printouts or posterboard or in a few cases actual little wooden signs, describing what each of them has. There's also a directory near the stairwell door, done in a bunch of different handwriting, so apparently people just added their own event on as they got here. Let's see...\n\n[[Office 201|AusJP]] - Shots Roulette - Joint hosted by the Brewer's Club and Chemistry Club\n\n[[Office 202|AusJP]] - Anime Adventure Night - Hosted by the Animation Club\n\n[[Office 203|AusJP]] - Amateur Acting Exercises - Hosted by the AV Club\n\n[[Office 204|AusJP2x3]] - Truth, Dare, or Change - Hosted by the Unofficial Occult Club\n\n[[Office 205|AusJP]] - King's Game - Hosted by the Debate Club\n\n[[Office 206|AusJP]] - Girl Hunting - Joint hosted by the Philosophy Club and the Outdoor Activities Club

Last night was a lot of fun... and you can think of a lot more fun to have, without needing to involve anyone else. (Well. For now.) Letting such thoughts percolate in your head, you head into the bathroom to take a shower.\n\nYou spend the rest of the morning checking in on various things and making sure everything will be fine without you if you wind up indulging for more than one night. Then you spend the afternoon shopping. It's a little embarrassing going into adult shops... you've been in before and managed it with a modicum of casualness, but then you've never been in there to buy bi (and gay) porn and things obviously meant to stick up your ass before. Of course the people behind the counter handle it with the aplomb you'd expect... though you notice one cute redheaded woman's nipples stiffen as she bags your purchases. Well, some girls are into thinking about that, you suppose.\n\nIn any event, it's evening by the time you get home. You set out the stuff in your bedroom (and do a little bit of preemptive washing and cleaning of it), then force yourself to take your time and eat dinner. Though the entire time, your cock is stiff thinking about the wicked evening you're going to have. Eventually you head to your bedroom, showering and drying off, before yet again donning the 'Meido Honor' costume.\n\nThis time you're able to pay attention to the changes as they happen by watching them. Your legs actually start to become more slender and feminine as the panties slide up them, your hips taking on a sleek curve and your ass perking up to turn pert and cute as the fabric settles against it, the outline of your cock visibly shifting below the striped fabric and the hints of hair visible around the crotch of the panties disappearing. Your arms, chest, and waist are already similarly growing more slender as you pull the dress on, but your height doesn't begin to decrease until you actually begin tying on the apron, the world getting a little bigger. You watch your hands become more feminine as well as they're pulling up your stockings, and you step into the bathroom to settle the wig into place so you can watch the shape of your face change, lips shifting to become soft and pink and inviting, eyes becoming wide and changing color, lending to the vibrant, young, adorable look of the whole.\n\n"Well, here we go again!" you chirp, giggling a little and padding back into the bedroom, since the shoes don't actually seem to be necessary.\n\nSince if the costume gets damaged or lost you'll be stuck this way, you decide to go ahead and undress completely and put it in its new, sturdier (fireproof) box and set it in the closet. You pose briefly in front of the mirror, blushing at your sleek, pretty body and equally sleek, pretty cock jutting out from it. A bit more posing and you turn to the array of laid-out sex toys. You maaaay have gone a little overboard, you admit, but you were excited. There's definitely a lot of different things to try... sleeves, plugs, beads, dildos. And of course, there's the most important purchase...\n\n<hr>\n[[... a high-end camera.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[... "Shadowfax".|BuddyOct16x2]]

"Kelly," you say, your voice husky, seeing a shiver run through her at it. "It looks like you want to play with yourself. So go on, do it. Do just what you want to."\n\nKelly moans lowly, but this time there's not a bit of hesitation as she leans back, a hand sliding between her legs and fingers starting to stroke her dripping cunt, the other kneading and stroking at her breast eagerly, eyes still fixed on her son bouncing atop your cock with his stiff prick waving in the air.\n\n"You like seeing me fuck him, don't you?" you continue, smirking as you give Darian's hips a squeeze, thrusting your hips up good and hard to make the boy squeal a bit at your dick pressing deeper into his hole. "You like seeing my fat cock stretching your son's ass, huh?"\n\n"Yeeees," she groans, her fingers frantically working her clit now, her tongue lolling out a little as she pulls hard at her nipple. "F-fuck yes, fuck his ass, fuck his ass harder!"\n\n"Oh, you want me to fuck him harder?" Smirking, you start thrusting up faster and with more force, Darian making some truly slutty sounds as you primarily start fucking up into him rather than guiding him to ride. "You want me to fuck your son's tight bitch ass harder?"\n\n"Yes, fuck him, fuck him!" Kelly moans enthusiastically, her lips parted and breaths coming fast and hot, eyes glazed as they stay locked on her son's stiff prick bouncing in the air and your own bigger, thicker one pumping up into him. "Fuck my bitch son in his naughty little ass with that big fat cock!"\n\n"Yeaaaah, you wanna see me cum in him, don't you?" you grunt out, having to concentrate harder to focus on the words as your cock starts throbbing, barely holding back from spilling in the misbehaving teenager already. "You wanna see me cum in your son's ass, don't you?"\n\n"Use his ass as a cumdump, do it, fuck him, fill him up with cum fuuuuuuck!" Kelly cries as her hips start jerking and her legs shudder and twitch, an obviously powerful orgasm ripping through her body as you shove your hips up and your balls lift, Darian's own eyes rolling and cock starting to spurt as he can feel you filling his previously virgin hole with your load.\n\nYou hold position for a few long moments, then settle into slow, steady pumps of your still-hard cock, Darian whimpering softly as you continue to stimulate him, cum dribbling out from his stretched hole around your shaft at your movements. Kelly's still staring wantonly, panting and shivering subtly in the aftermath of her own orgasm, looking like if anything she came harder than her son did. You lift Darian up and off, letting him topple to the side, and without a word Kelly quickly moves to start sucking the smears of cum off of the cock that was just deep inside her son's ass, moaning in low, pleasured tones as she deepthroats you.\n\n"You like seeing him suck cock and get fucked, don't you?" you ask with a smirk, looking down at her.\n\nKelly moans around your prick, then lifts her head up, stroking it with one hand instead as her other strokes your thigh almost worshipfully. "Yes, fuck yes, I've never cum as hard as when I saw you fucking his tight little ass," she moans wantonly, not a hint of shame or embarrassment left, something clearly having snapped inside her and caused her to give in to the deviance of the situation. "Fuck him again, please?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Hm, alright then~!|BuddyPunk]]\n\n[[You've got a better idea.|BuddyPunk4x9]]

"Hm... I think I have some other ideas for fun," you say with a low chuckle.\n\nYou see Darian shiver, likely in a mingling of fear and anticipation. But Kelly instantly perks up, all eagerness as she asks, "Like what?"\n\n<hr>\n[[You can call a few friends.|BuddyPunk]]\n\n[[You can really make him a bitch.|BuddyPunk]]\n\n[[You can better her situation.|BuddyPunk]]

"Hm." You absently scratch at your side, ignoring it as she gives you a disapproving look. "I mean, I did just spend a little over forty-eight hours fucking a girl's brains out while she shrieked and begged me for more."\n\n"Really," Dr. Davis says flatly, giving you an even more annoyed expression.\n\n"I mean, I did think it was kind of odd how my cock turned into something out of porn and I could just keep going, and going, and going, and she was all 'You own me, you own me, I worship your dick'," you continue, shrugging.\n\nDr. Davis sighs heavily, rolling her eyes. "Young man, you are clearly suffering from <i>some</i> sort of ailment, but I don't think it's appropriate for you to use this as an excuse to brag about your no doubt heavily fictionalized exploits in the bedroom. I sincerely doubt that as a symptom of whatever ailment you have, you've suddenly turned into some sort of sex god. And I certainly doubt that's a symptom you could prove to me."\n\nA matter of seconds later, she's laying on her back on one of the beds, legs hauled up to frame her bared tits which are jiggling with your thrusts, the metal bed frame creaking under the two of you rhythmically as you pound down into her in a full breeding press. "Oh yes oh yes oh fuck fuck me fuck me fuck me!" Dana squeals shamelessly, the pretty, mature, no-nonsense doctor's full lips curled up in an utterly mindless smile, her eyes rolling as you slam her sodden pussy and drive her into the thin mattress. "Yes yes yes you own me, you own me, I worship your dick!"\n\nAbout half an hour later she lays insensate on the bed, arms and lower legs draped off over the sides of it, her whole body twitching lightly in aftershock orgasms as your cum dribbles out of her gaping pussy to slide down her taint and soak into her pulled-aside panties. You shrug a little as you tap a cigarette out of the pack you found hidden in the desk drawer and put it to your lips, taking a smooth drag on it despite never having smoked once in your life. 'She asked,' you think airily, breathing out a soft plume of smoke as you look over at the thoroughly fuck-addled doctor.\n\nYou frown a little though as your side itches... the other one. A glance down shows that there is indeed a new patch of black and red mottled skin there, and there are a few bits of it on your arms and, to judge by the faint itchy sensation, your back and neck too. You walk over and lean down, patting the somewhat insensate woman on the cheek. "Hey. Hey. Dana."\n\n"Mmmn?" She smiles angelically, only giving a squeak and rousing properly when you give one of her nipples a good hard pinch. "Ah, y-yes, what is it?"\n\n"Where do you live?" you ask, somehow not questioning that she'll answer you.\n\n"Oh, well, I'm supplied with a small but rather lovely home as part of my employment package with the university." Her face lights up a bit. "Would, ah, would you like me to show it to you?"\n\n"Yeah, put yourself together and let's go."\n\nOn the way to Dana's place, you send Cara a few texts giving her instructions and telling you the address to come to once she's gotten out of class and done what you've told her. Soon enough you're sitting on the couch in Cara's living room, lounging back and thoughtfully looking at a photo of her daughter and ex-husband while she dutifully worships your cock with her mouth, bobbing her head up and down it and occasionally brushing some hair back over her ear, the good doctor shamelessly nude on the rug in front of you.\n\n'This stuff definitely seems to be spreading, and I don't think it's any old skin condition,' you think, running your tongue over your shifted teeth, which definitely feel much more prominent and sharper. 'I need to figure out what it is. I need to figure out how to deal with this. I need to-'\n\nYou glance over at the sound of the front door opening and closing, and then Cara calling out, "Master? I have your money."\n\nThose two sentences send such a thrill through you that Dana actually gives a moan of surprise and pleasure as your cock grows thicker and harder inside her throat.\n\n'I need to enjoy the hell out of this.'\n\nSoon you're counting out stacks of bills, half your attention on that and half of it on the show Dana and Cara are putting on for you on the floor in the middle of the living room. Cara is suckling at the good doctor's breast and has a hand cupped over her pussy, pumping a few fingers into her, while Dana moans loudly and writhes, kneading the younger woman's full ass and grinding the fluffy-haired girl's pussy against her thigh. Yes, this is definitely the life, you think warmly as you set down another stack of hundreds.\n\n"My my, this is definitely the life, isn't it?"\n\nYou jump a little and look up and over towards the entryway, where Liam is standing at the entrance of the living room, hands tucked into his jacket pockets. Neither Cara or Dana seem to have noticed him, too intent on following your order to fuck each other for your viewing pleasure, or... something. Because you definitely get a far... stronger... sense of Liam now than you ever have before, like you're only seeing part of him but still faintly aware of what you're not seeing, to the point that you have to resist the urge to flinch as he strolls towards you. "Liam. Hi," you say, keeping your voice even as you watch him flop down on the couch near you.\n\n"Enjoying the pendant?" Liam asks brightly, actually making you flush a bit. Then he shrugs. "I mean, I let you take it, I figured something interesting might happen." He frowns a little as he looks at the two women entwined in their pornographic lesbianism on the rug. "Though I kind of wish I'd caught up to you before you got quite this far."\n\n"What do you mean? I mean... what's happening here?" you ask, something between annoyance, curiosity, and fear stirring in your belly.\n\n"Well it ought to be obvious by now, you're turning into a dragon," Liam answers, looking away from the girls to you as you start. "I mean, your scales are coming in, your claws are shaping, your fangs are growing, duh." He leans in a bit, tilting his head. "Been feeling the urge to gather wealth, hm? And to turn girls into your obedient fuckdolls? Or is the tabletop of money sitting in front of the campus loan shark and the campus doctor fucking each other just a coincidence?"\n\n"... Ah... okay," you say, glancing down at your bare chest and the now obviously scaly spots dotted over it, as well as the pendant. "I guess maybe I... am turning into a dragon?" Which is a very strange thing to say, but also the most likely answer at this point, so.\n\n"No maybe about it. You're turning into what we call a 'Black Harem Lord'," Liam says with a chuckle. At your blank look at saying 'we', he smirks, scales growing around the line of his jaw and down his neck while a pair of opalescent horns slide out of his forehead. "Raaaar," he coos, flicking his fingers in a catlike motion at you, slender digits now covered in pink scales and tipped with pearly claws. The partly dragoned Liam continues, gesturing idly as he says, "Basically they love to accumulate both wealth and beautiful slaves. To a Black Harem Lord, flesh is just as valuable as gold, and part of your power is drawn from the worshipful way that those you dominate view you."\n\n"Huh." You blink, glancing at Dana and Cara. "How about that," you murmur, still trying to come to terms with things.\n\n"The problem is that, like I said, I'd hoped to catch you a bit earlier. If you'd just had one slave, I could've worked with it, but two..." At your confused look, Liam shakes his head, smiling ruefully. "You have a <i>hoard</i> now, Gwyn. Two human servants is definitely a hoard for a Black Harem Lord, no doubt about it, especially one who's still forming up."\n\n"And that's... bad?"\n\n"It's bad because your hoard was started with something stolen from mine," Liam explains, reaching out to tap your chest a few times... or, more accurately, the pendant. At your shamefaced expression, he shrugs. "Look, like I said, I let you, and a dragon hoard is hard for a human to resist if they find it. But you still stole it. And a dragon who starts his hoard by stealing from another is... frowned on in dragon society. Not that there's a lot of us or that we have much of a society anymore, such as it is, but still. Things could be... rough... for you. If I'd caught you with one servant, maybe we could have worked something out, but two is an established hoard and you can't just make this socially right by paying me back."\n\n"So, what, they'll... try to kill me?"\n\n"No, they'll view you as lesser. As trash. Basically every single time you encounter another dragon, they'll try to push you around. Your life as a dragon will just be one long series of waiting to bump into the next dragon who will try to bully you, steal from you, or dominate you. It wouldn't be pleasant."\n\n"... So what can I do?" you ask, since he seems in the mood to be helpful, despite your earlier theft.\n\n"Mm. Well." Liam looks you up and down briefly. "It looks like the change hasn't settled in too deep yet. I <i>could</i> pull the dragon magic out of you and turn you fully back into a human. But you'd have to give up everything you've gotten since you started being influenced. That includes them, and that," he continues, pointing first at the girls (who have shifted into a full sixty-nine, moaning exaggeratedly into each other's pussies as they lick and nibble), then at the stacks of cash on the table. "And I don't mean just what's in front of you, I mean all of it, whatever else you've got stored, what's in your bank accounts. Ah, needless to say, you'll also lose that," he adds in an amused tone, reaching out to gently flick your still stiff and still huge prick with a finger.\n\nYou blush up to your ears, then make a face. "Do I have any other options?"\n\n"Mm, I could send you to another world, one where the rules aren't the same for dragons. Your Earth money wouldn't be much good there, but you could take your slaves, and the transition would probably complete your transformation into a full dragon much faster. You'd be starting practically from scratch, but hey, you'd be one of the biggest, toughest, most formidable creatures in existence, coming into his own with a host of magic spells in addition to the physical prowess. I think you'd do okay for yourself, as long as you can live without Chinese delivery and Netflix. I know I wouldn't want to go back to that, though," he adds, making a bit of a face himself.\n\n"So those are my only options? Give it up and go back to being... just plain, ordinary Gwyn, or exile?"\n\n"I mean I'm not <i>forcing</i> you to choose either, you can still stay and do as you like here, I'm just warning you of what it'll be like for you, in that case."\n\n<hr>\n[[Become human again.|GwynLiam]]\n\n[[Go to another world.|GwynDI1x1]]\n\n[[Tough it out.|GwynLiam]]

*<b>Main:</b> Continuing some of the [[scenarios|QODigi3x1]] with Jamie and Maya and the Minidigitizer.\n*<b>Main:</b> A new branch has been inserted when Eric agrees to let [[Anubilis|HLSenshi14x1]] have his body. ("Confront her as you are" leads to the original choices.)\n*<b>Main:</b> Some more of Jamie in the Skyrim sim, starting in the [[torture room|QOSkyrim1x5]] and going down both paths.\n*<b>Main:</b> And for a completely different approach to the same subject, [[Cyan|GGVR1x4]] can also play Skyrim on her new VR rig.\n-Update 2-\n* New scenario in Minidigitizer for Maya.\n*<b>Main:</b> Mallory-in-Jamie's-body can claim the [[enhancement bracers|QOInc8x4]] from the lockbox at the bank.\n* Added a link to SideUnseen's Devious Digitizer in the sidebar.\n*<b>Main:</b> Helen can decide to see to the [[Advanced Chemistry Students|HelenJP7x3]] at Fakkushiri High.\n-Update 3-\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can now be offered a [[completely normal Pokemon|QOPoke1x1]] to start his Selassa-obligated journey.\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can attend to his mother's [[MILF guests|QOKevScheme5x3]] first in the Errana-influenced storyline.\n-Update 4-\n*<b>Main:</b> More of Jamie [[playing Skyrim|QOSkyrim1x8]].\n*<b>Main:</b> [[July|HollyStart]] is now available at Holly's start.

"Hunh." You let the pendant drop so that you're holding it by the fairly thin gold chain it's attached to. It's a dragon, curled around and caught mid-roar, wings extended, with little ruby flecks for eyes and a handful of other small gemstones and flakes along its back. Honestly if it wasn't of such obvious quality (in both materials and rendering) it would look a lot like something that you could buy in any store aimed at edgy and/or starry-eyed teenagers. You didn't even notice it amongst all the larger and more elaborate pieces of jewelry in there. It seems sort of... puny... in comparison. ... But it's still really pretty, and you find yourself bringing it up to loop the chain over your head without even really thinking about it.\n\n'It being so small and not standing out just means Liam's less likely to miss it, after all,' you muse as you tuck it under your shirt, somehow feeling comforted by the light press of it against your skin.\n\nYou return to your dorm room, and, well... life goes on. Or school life starts, anyway. You start to settle into a routine of classes, studying, and hanging out, mostly with Allen. Interestingly enough you feel a lot more comfortable in your own skin lately... a bit more confident, a bit less concerned about what people think of you. Maybe it was your daring "heist" that gave you the confidence boost, or maybe it's that you're doing well in your classes. In fact you're doing so well in your mathematics class that your professor took you aside and suggested you start aiming for an economics major. Somehow the thought of all those numbers, figuring out where all that money was going, harnessing the power of how to direct it, seemed really appealing and you agreed, shifting some of your classes for next semester around. With that in mind you start making a few small investments, tentatively feeling your way into the market and feeling pleased when it turns out you have a knack for it. You're even confident enough to start approaching girls... you haven't had a lot of <i>success</i> there, but no horrible shoot-downs either (or at least nothing that stung quite so much as Maria's). Still, their replies seem to be getting warmer as time goes on... maybe it's that confidence, huh?\n\nOne afternoon you're lounging in your desk chair, just looking at your bank account balance and appreciating it, when Allen comes in. "Hey, that what you're wearing tonight?" he asks in a largely neutral tone as he moves to his closet, pulling off his shirt.\n\n"Hm? Tonight?" You close the browser window and turn in your chair to face him.\n\n"I could've sworn I mentioned it. Oh well, yeah, there's a big thing tonight, bonfire party on the green of the old campus. There's gonna be dancing, music, drinking, probably some debauchery in the woods." He chuckles, then gives a quiet 'ah'. "Oh yeah, and a casino set up in one of the old dorm buildings that's not in active use. It's not supposed to use actual money or anything, but you know how it is, 'supposed to'," he chuckles. "You're gonna come, right?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Hm, dancing and drinking, you say?|GwynLiam]]\n\n[[Hm, debauchery, you say?|GwynLiam]]\n\n[[Hm, gambling, you say?|GwynLiam4x4]]\n\n[[Hm, a night alone in the room, you say?|GwynLiam]]

Your resistance snaps and your hand shoots out, grabbing for something from the little pit without even looking. You're breathing hard, staring at your fist almost like it isn't your own... when you hear Liam's voice from further down the hall, apparently having stopped to talk to someone. Quickly you shove whatever you grabbed into your pocket and hurriedly bring the metal lid back down, jamming the carpet back into place and trying to covertly stomp it even as you can hear the door starting to open. You hop a few feet to the side and make a show of eyeing one of the sculptures on the shelf as Liam walks back in.\n\nHis usual cheery grin is in place, until it droops slightly into a thoughtful frown as he focuses on you. Your heart starts hammering again as you wonder if he somehow knows, if he had a video or something or maybe you just look that guilty. Then his mouth quirks up at one corner. "Have fun while I was gone?"\n\n"Ah, well, I was just looking at..." You point a bit feebly at the sculpture, then hurriedly add, "Oh, uh, my roommate called, and apparently there's this meeting back at our dorm that everyone absolutely has to attend, but I forgot about it, and I'll get in trouble if I don't go now, so..." You start edging towards the door.\n\nLiam just watches you, that slightly smirky look on his lips as his eyes track your movements, making absolutely no move to stop you. "Wouldn't want you to get in trouble," he says languidly.\n\nYou're... super not sure what to make of that, but you've gone with this too far now, so you just do your best to grin and give him a wave. "Anyway, we'll hang out later, alright? Gotta go."\n\n"Sure, I'll see you later." Liam meanders to the door as you step out, but before he closes it, you can hear him say quietly, in a rather amused tone, "Be careful, Gwyn. Have fun."\n\nYou can't quite help half-running as you exit the building, and don't stop until you're about a block away. Breathing hard and feeling a little sweaty despite the cool weather, you glance back towards the way you came, before looking down at your pocket where there's a slight bulge. ... Did he know? He was certainly acting weird. ... You think. You have to admit Liam's pretty odd anyway, and your interaction with him's pretty limited. Still, he seemed to know... something. Maybe it was just him interpreting your behavior as getting all excited by the sculpture you were looking at... it did kind of have a lot of muscles and a big dick. Yeah... yeah, you're sure that's it, Liam just thinks he's 'awakened' you and you realized you were into guys and wanted to rush out and get some dick. Haha that wacky Liam!\n\n... Right. You slip your hand into your pocket, curling it around the hard object inside and pulling it out. You didn't even see what it was before, so you raise your hand and uncurl your fingers to reveal-\n\n<hr>\n[[-a pendant.|GwynLiam4x3]]\n\n[[-a ring.|GwynLiam]]\n\n[[-a gem.|GwynLiam]]

Curious, you approach the section of carpet. It's <i>almost</i> imperceptible, but now that you've noticed it and taken a closer look, it's definitely had three sides of a square cut and then been pushed back into place. You settle onto your knees and reach out to take hold of the carpet, then hesitate. Is this really okay?\n\n... Well. Liam did say you should <i>snoop</i>, and that nothing you could find would bother him. He was basically encouraging you to look for stuff like this, right? If he gets upset, he has only himself to blame, you assure yourself as you pull up the corner of the carpet.\n\nBeneath is a section of cement floor, but a metal panel covers a lot of it. There's an almost flat leather strap at one corner of the panel, so you snag that and lift. It's surprisingly heavy... you guess so that it won't move and clank around when it's stepped on... but with some effort you're able to haul it up, revealing hidden hinges that let it settle back against the folded carpet. You look into the revealed recess in the floor, and stare. It's... treasure.\n\nLike, not stacks of bills, or some scattered jewelry, or Playboys from back when they were kind of classy, but actual, legit treasure. A ton of different coins, mostly in gold, large cut jewels, and jewelry sure but it all looks like something that belongs on royalty (as in legit royalty not new world business royalty). It's seriously like the contents of a treasure chest in a movie. ... It's a treasure chest, you've found a treasure chest.\n\n'This stuff can't be real, can it?' you think, reaching out to rub a fingertip against one of the jewels. Well, it's not plastic. Neither are the coins you disturb by brushing your fingertips over them. They feel pretty real, well, as much as you know what a gold coin or a ruby almost the size of a chicken egg would feel like. But all of it seems real.\n\nMaybe it's just the sight of so much material wealth in front of you, but a sensation wells up in your chest so intensely it's almost a physical thing. You realize you've never experienced real <i>greed</i> until this moment... you've wanted things, you've maybe even coveted things, but if what you're feeling now is greed then you've never felt anything like it before. This treasure... there's so much of it, and so scattered around, surely Liam would never notice if you took <i>one thing</i> since he's already got so much, the hammering of your heart whispers in your ears along with the pounding noise.\n\n<hr>\n[[Resist...!|GwynLiam5x1]]\n\n[[... GRAB SOMETHING!|GwynLiam4x2]]

Maybe you've developed some sort of weird skin condition, and if so you better see a doctor about it. You head back into the room to give Cara a quick fuck in the ass to wake her up, idly reminding her to go to class before you get showered, dressed, and head to the student services building. There are several campus doctors and usually one of them on hand at all times just in case, and after a quick check of the schedule you see that 'Dr. Dana Davis' is in at the moment. You head up to the second floor and knock on the door, and after waiting a few minutes open up the door. It's like a larger version of a nurse's office from school, with several beds and actual windows to let some light in. You notice an intercom pad with a hand-lettered 'Press Enter to announce yourself' sign below it and do so, hearing it buzz.\n\n"Yes?" comes a voice over the intercom.\n\n"Yeah, I need to see Dr. Davis? It's not an emergency or anything, but..."\n\n"I'll be right up, please have a seat in a chair near the desk."\n\nShrugging, you do so, settling into place and waiting. About ten minutes later, the door opens and what you assume is Dr. Davis walks in. She's actually quite lovely... a mature look, to be sure, probably in her late thirties or early forties, but with smooth, healthy-looking skin, rich brown hair spilling around her shoulders, hazel eyes behind thin, stylish glasses, with full lips, round hips, and boobs that at least match if not slightly exceed Cara's. Despite her luscious body she's still dressed fairly modestly, with a blue sweater, tan skirt, and a white doctor's coat worn over them.\n\n<img src="images/DrDavis.jpg">\n\n"Hello, I'm Dr. Davis. What seems to be the problem today?"\n\nYou explain about the odd, slightly itchy discolorations you found, and at her prompting remove your shirt to show her your side. You also open your mouth to show her the shift in your teeth, with her listening curiously all the while. After some further questions and explaining, she leans down to closely examine the patch of black and red skin on your side, fingertips gently running over it in a way you're trying not to find arousing, especially since you can get a glimpse down her top from this angle.\n\n"This is very strange. I've seen my fair share of skin conditions treating college students, obviously, but I must admit this is a rather new one on me. It almost feels like..." She rubs a bit more. "It's almost more like snake skin than anything." She straightens up, rubbing her chin. "Is there anything else, any other changes in your body or behavior that you can think of?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Well, nothing that really comes to mind.|GwynLiam7x1]]\n\n[[Well, you've been obsessed with numbers and money lately.|GwynLiam6x1]]\n\n[[Well, you're apparently a sexual Tyrannosaurus now.|GwynLiam4x8]]

You curb your sudden desire to dominate and take a soft, careful breath. You have only a fairly general idea of what's in her hand, since it was only the two of you playing, but the chances that she'd be able to build something off your full house seem fairly good, when you step back and look at them. What's more, she's no idiot... you've watched her play, she's every inch someone who can run their own table with confidence and make these kinds of gambles fully expecting to win. You'd bet anything she suspects you can make at least three of a kind and is probably gambling on you to do just that, and it's why you made the bet. So instead you slip several of the cards out of your hand and lay them down.\n\nThe ponytailed girl glances at them before announcing. "Gwyn plays a flush, eight high."\n\nYou're rather pleased to watch Cara's jaw... well, not sag, but droop a little. She looks at your hand, at her own, at the river. She repeats the process once more, a bit more desperately. Finally she gives a soft hiss of "Shit" before yanking some cards out of her hand and throwing them down, as if just wanting to be satisfied that she at least tried.\n\nNow the dealer's jaw sags a bit too, and she opens and closes her mouth a bit several times before managing to clear her throat and speak. "Cara plays a straight, queen high. Gwyn wins."\n\n"God <i>dammit</i>," Cara mutters, throwing down the rest of her cards. "I could have <i>sworn</i> you had that house!" At your smirk and your raising of your unplayed cards, her jaw really does drop this time. "W-wha... you... you actually played a lower hand?"\n\n"It's called gambling for a reason, Cara," you answer simply, scooping up the pot and starting to stack it with quick, smooth motions that you almost surprise yourself with. Confidence builds many skills, it seems! Grinning at her, you glance up from arranging your money. "You have your own place?"\n\nHer mouth works a few times, then her jaw clenches, her eyes flicking around. Not everyone in the room is just an audience member after all... several of the players from earlier in the game stuck around to watch. It's clear she understands that if she tries to play it off or refuse you, her reputation as a gambler is over and through. Same if you tell one of them that after the two of you left she ditched you. She looks up at the ponytailed girl who's staring at her wide-eyed... then looks at you and sighs. "Yeah. An apartment. I'll... give you directions."\n\n"It's fine, I'll drive," you declare as you get up.\n\nShe's quiet the whole drive in your truck to her apartment, other than speaking up to tell you where to turn. It's only when you're walking up the stairs that she actually nervously glances at you. "Uh, you're not gonna make me do anything... weird... right?"\n\n"Well if I do, that's my right as the winner, isn't it?" you reply, unable to help being smug as you reach out and give her nicely full ass a squeeze, making her jump a little. Rather than just the quick squeeze, you knead a bit as the two of you walk down the hall, making her squirm. "C'mon now, Cara, you lost and now you've gotta go through with the bet you made. Isn't that the exciting part of gambling?"\n\n"... Maybe," she murmurs, her face red as she takes out her keys and opens the apartment door.\n\nThe room itself isn't overly opulent... it's in nice shape and decently sized for a student apartment certainly, but Cara's obviously used her money from gambling and whatever other financial endeavors she puts forth to outfit it with particularly nice furniture and appliances, the built-in stovetop being about the only rather aged, low-key thing left. It's a studio setup, with the bed right out in the open, and you strut over and flop down to sit on the side of it, unbuttoning your shirt. "Why don't you go ahead and strip down to your panties and bra?" you say encouragingly. \n\nYou keep your eyes mostly on her as you slip out of your own clothes. She's still obviously a bit hesitant, keeping her gaze down or off to the side as if afraid of meeting your eyes as she pulls off her shirt, baring the bikini top style black bra she's wearing. Unbuttoning her jeans, she slides them down over her ass and hips, revealing a pair of lacy black panties with a ribbon waistband tied at the sides of her round hips. She straightens up and rubs her arm, looking over to find that you're already stripped down to nothing but the dragon pendant around your neck... and her blue eyes widen. "H-holy shit, you're... you're, uh..."\n\nYou glance down at where her eyes are fixed. ... Huh. Your stiff prick <i>is</i> significantly larger than you recall it being. Like, much larger. Somehow you didn't think about it until she seemed so shocked. You guess being 'swelled with victory' or whatever isn't just a turn of phrase, since it comes well up your belly and almost to your chest now. Raising your head, you grin at her. "Hey, staring at it isn't gonna make your mouth any bigger. Get over here and on your knees."\n\nShe flushes again, obviously both intimidated by the size of your dick and annoyed at being ordered around. But either she's determined to see this through or she's starting to come around to your earlier point about trying to see the fun in the gamble win or lose, because she walks over and sinks to her knees between your legs, and there's little hesitation before she leans in and begins stroking her tongue up your long, thick pole, giving little sucks at it with her lips. As she drops her head down to start licking your balls, you casually reach out a hand to untie the top portion of her bra behind her neck, letting the garment fall forward and bare those full tits. She squirms, but keeps her attention on sucking and licking the root of your shaft now as you lean forward, using one hand to undo the other tie of her bra and the other hand to fondle one of those big tits she was waggling at you and the other players all night in hopes of distracting you, feeling her nipple stiff against your palm and the undersides of your fingers as you stroke and squeeze.\n\nWhen she raises her head and actually slides the tip of your cock into her mouth, you only give her time enough to bob her head and take in about an inch of it before deciding to take charge a bit further. Gripping lightly in her fluffy hair at the back of her head, you give her a light shove down, hearing her 'mmf!' loudly in surprise, her hands squeezing on your thighs. But she makes no move to resist even as you start urging her up and down over your prick and working your hips, effectively fucking her face from a sitting position. Even as she starts gagging and quagging from it hitting the opening of her throat, even as her throat visibly bulges from you pushing into it, if anything she seems to be getting more and more into it, her tongue lapping and slurping at you, her throat squeezing in hard swallows around you as churned-up drool dribbles down her chin and onto your balls.\n\nYou stop before feeding her your load though... ohhh no, you've got better ideas on where your first cum of the night is going. You yank her head up and off of your prick, leaving her gasping and staring up at you with slightly glazed eyes, her mouth open and tongue poked out a bit, chin wet and streaks of mascara running down her upper cheeks. Smirking, you lean forward and roll your tongue around her lips, just a further little gesture of claiming her mouth, before sliding off of the bed and pushing her forward to bend her over it. You grab the back of her panties and yank, the ties coming undone easily and baring her ass completely, as well as her dripping slit. You ignore the latter, though, instead using one hand to push one of her full asscheeks aside and direct your spit-dripping shaft elsewhere.\n\n"Have <i>me</i> fucked up the ass by well-hung guys, huh?" you growl playfully at her as you push forward against her pucker, spreading her tight rear hole open around your throbbing prick. Cara gasps loudly, jerking forward against the bed, then writhing gently and moaning loudly as you keep pushing into her, spreading her open deeper and deeper, until your hips are pressed against that nice round ass of hers. Grabbing her by the waist, you start slamfucking her, driving her against the bed, her eyes rolling slightly as she twists her fists in the sheets and shakes her hips like a whore. "How do you like that, huh? How do you like the one being fucked in the ass over a hand of cards?"\n\n"Oh, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" Cara blurts out, in a way that says she actually likes it very much, thank you. Her hips keep bucking back towards you, and you're really not sure if it's her body or her mind directing them. Certainly the one has given over to you almost completely, her bare pussy steadily soaking your balls every time they slap against it, her ass squeezing eagerly around you as you pound into it.\n\nYou lean forward over her back, raising a hand to grip her hair again and yanking her head back, Cara giving a yelp that's somewhere between shock and orgasm as you do. "Who owns you?" you rasp in her ear, ducking your head to lick up the side of her neck before nipping at the lobe of said ear. "Who owns you, bitch?"\n\n"Ohhhh FUCK you do you do you own me," Cara gushes, both verbally and from her pussy as she cums hard, her whole body bucking against your thrusts. Any resistance or embarrassment she had seems to be rapidly dissolving into pure lust and need as she writhes eagerly beneath you. "You own me, you own me Gwyn, fuck me own me please please!"\n\n"What else owns you, hm?" you coo, nipping her ear repeatedly as you thrust into her. You're not sure exactly where all this is coming from, but it feels so right, so natural to make these demands of her. "What owns you?"\n\nWhatever your impetus for asking the question, Cara seems to just as instinctively know the answer, her lips actually curling up in a brainless smile as her tongue lolls out, eyes rolling as she moans out, "Your diiiiick, your dick owwwwwns me I belong to your diiiiick fuuuuuck!"\n\nGiving a pleased growl, you thrust forward, burying your prick inside her and starting to spill your load inside her ass, Cara squealing and bucking and cumming beneath you as you use her tight rear hole as a cum dumpster. You pull out in time to spill several long splatters over her ass before turning her around, stroking yourself around so that she's slumped to sit on the floor, stroking yourself to spurt the last of your load into her open mouth and across her face as she looks up at you with glassy, worshipful eyes. There's no hesitation but instead eagerness as you push forward and she quickly wraps her mouth around your cock, sucking and licking the shaft that was just seconds ago pounding her in the ass. Once you feel she's done a good job spit-shining you again, you push her up onto the bed and onto her back, making good on your earlier thought of fucking her tits, Cara obediently pressing them around you with her hands and licking at the tip as it emerges from them, those large breasts jiggling with the light impact of your hips as you fuck between them.\n\nYou fuck her all through the night and the rising of the sun, in whatever position that occurs to you. The same for all of the following day as you pump your cock into her while she reaffirms over and over that she belongs to you and wants you to fuck her harder and more and any way you want, with several breaks in between for short naps or her to make sandwiches for the two of you. Even as night falls she doesn't bring up the fact that the bet is almost over, nor does she bring it up as you use her and pleasure yourself with her all through the next day and night, just eagerly squealing and screaming and moaning that she's a slave to you and your prick.\n\nSometime around dawn on Monday you sit up from your latest fuck-induced nap, yawning and stretching. You glance at the sprawled, messy, and utterly satisfied-looking form of Cara beside you, briefly consider options, but decide to get up and go to the bathroom to pee. You scratch at an itch on your side several times and work your jaw, which for some reason is a bit sore. Okay sure you at Cara out for like three hours last night until she forgot how to talk except for your name, but that couldn't be it, you decide as you relieve yourself into the toilet, still scratching here and there. You move to the sink to splash some water on your face, scratching at a fresh itch on your jaw... then blinking at your reflection. You lean closer to the mirror, noticing a dark discoloration along your jawline... in fact, it's almost black. You run a finger across it, finding it feels a weird combination of rough and smooth, sort of like a firmer form of gooseflesh but closer together and slicker. A glance at your side where it's still mildly itchy shows that there's more black area, though with some streaks of red. "The hell?" you murmur, scratching at it a bit without thinking, and in so doing noticing that your nails are longer and darker than they were too. Curious about the ache in your inner jaw now, you lean forward and pull your cheek out with one finger, eyeing your teeth and noticing that some of them do seem to have shifted shape.\n\nThat... is definitely weird. Maybe you should see someone about this, you think as you frown at your reflection.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go see a doctor.|GwynLiam4x7]]\n\n[[Go see Liam.|GwynLiam]]\n\n[[Eh, it's probably fine.|GwynLiam]]

"Let's start with both of you stripping down," you suggest, grinning as you give your cock a few light strokes.\n\nMother and son glance at each other briefly, before they begin to do just that, Darian somewhat more hesitantly. Kelly's manner is a little more practiced... oho, is this not the first time she's had to get her son out of a jam this way? you think as she shrugs out of her jacket and reaches for the zipper of her bodysuit. Her breasts press the snug fabric outward as she slides the zipper all the way down to her crotch, then spill free as she takes hold of the front and pulls it open.\n\nDarian has also gotten out of his jacket and shirt (he's not a lot less pale than the facepaint he's using, really), and as the two get undressed you're amused as they both simultaneously try not to look at each other but can't quite keep themselves from glancing at one another's increasingly naked bodies, or at your stiffening prick. Fairly shortly, both are standing naked in front of you, Kelly with her big tits and round hips, Darian embarrassedly resting his hands over his half-hard cock. Kelly's still wearing her devil horns and Darian his face paint and fangs... buuuut that works fine for you!\n\n"Alright, Kelly, now... why don't you teach your son how to suck a cock?" you suggest, moving your hand back to rest on the bed and spreading your legs wide, proffering better access to your shaft and balls. "Seems like it might be a skill he'll need in life, hm?"\n\nThat makes both of them blush anew... but Kelly fairly quickly walks over and settles to her knees between your legs, scooting over to leave plenty of room at her side.\n\n"M-Mom, do I really have t-"\n\n"He's not wrong, dear," she says with a sigh. "So, since this is what it takes, may as well do it right." She watches her son as he slowly steps over and sinks to his knees beside her. "Alright, now. ..." She hesitates briefly, before clearing her throat and saying, "The best way I've found to begin is to place your fingers lightly along the top of the shaft, like this, and then drag your tongue from the very base of it, just above the ba-... testi-... ... from the very base of it up to the tip." Matching action to word, she leans in, her tongue pressing right to the root of your pole, the tip of the wet, pliable digit brushing against your balls before she moves upward slowly, letting her tongue stroke upward right until it slides along the indentation in the underside of your cockhead. As opening moves go, it's definitely close to the top of your list at the moment. Kelly's eyes half-close as she does it, before she looks mildly embarrassed as she glances aside at Darian, slipping her hand away. "... Now you try."\n\nFidgeting and trembling a little, Darian hesitantly raises his hand, placing his fingertips a bit more awkwardly than Kelly did, his thumb brushing over your cock as he does and almost making him jerk away. He leans his head in, and slowly sticks his tongue out, obviously not really wanting to touch your cock with it... but at a light nudge from Kelly on his back, does. His tongue slowly, shakingly traces the same path his mother's took up your cock, even more slowly than hers did, giving you plenty of time to enjoy the hot, wet press of it on your sensitive flesh. "That's right, dear, now just... do it again, they don't all have to be from root-to-tip, just start doing those nice, slow licks all over." Kelly leans in to move her tongue over one side of your shaft, Darian awkwardly shifting over to the other side, both of them starting to lick you. Eventually Kelly murmurs, "Then, you want to start... kissing it... open your mouth a bit wider than you might, and make contact with your tongue first. Suck a bit as you bring your lips together."\n\nKelly begins doing what she described with a smooth, practiced demeanor, moving up and down your cock and around it, with Darian following her instructions, awkwardly at first, but slowly apparently learning from her example. You're actually a little surprised at just how fast his sucking, licking kisses over your prick start feeling almost identical to hers. Kelly continues giving Darian advice in between her own attentions to you... telling him the best way to tongue-wash your balls, how to suck them and work them inside his mouth, how to tease the root of your shaft with his tongue and lips. Mother and son both work together dilligently sucking your cock, Kelly advising the teen more and more smoothly. At first whenever their lips or even their tongues bump together in the process they actually jerk apart a little, returning to their oral administrations on opposite sides. But bit by bit, they seem to become used to it, and soon parent and child's tongues are sliding across each other in the paths of licking and kissing your prick. And maybe it's just your imagination, but it also seems like Darian's gradually losing his trepidation and getting more into it... or maybe that's just how good it feels to have his mouth wrapped around your cockhead, his head bobbing, one of his mother's hands resting gently on the back of his head, watching your shaft slide back and forth past her son's lips with her eyes half-lidded and lips lightly parted. She looks up at you, her voice a little husky as she murmurs, "Do you want him to deepthroat you?"\n\nAt your nod, Kelly leans in, murmuring in Darian's ear, "Alright, sweetheart, just relax your throat and neck some, let Mommy help you take more of his cock..." Darian's head stops moving briefly, before he gives a tiny nod, making your cock rub more against the roof of his mouth and tongue. He wiggles a little in front of you as he shifts his position slightly, allowing his mother to entirely guide his motions over your cock with her hand. "That's right... it's okay when you feel it nudging the back of your throat, baby... just let it in... theeere you go," Kelly murmurs as she nudges him a bit further down, your cockhead actually spreading her son's throat open and sliding inside, the tight passage gripping around you. "Watch your breathing, match it as you come back up, just a biiit further down this time... just keeeeep at it darling..." You're almost certain of the aroused heat in her eyes as she helps her (previously?) straight son to deepthroat you, but you're definitely certain of the little proud smile on her lips as his own press around the root of your shaft. "Theeere we go, now come on up." She guides him in pulling up and off, the boy gasping loudly as your cock slides out of his throat and mouth, a line of mingled spit and pre briefly connecting his lower lip and the tip of your prick. "Don't worry, baby, it gets easier. See?" Kelly murmurs, before leaning forward and sliding her own bright red-painted lips over your cockhead. Her felt horns almost brush your stomach as she moves, but it only takes her a few quick, smooth bobs of her head before she's deep-throating you, far more skillfully than Darian did obviously. You let out a moan at the things her tongue is doing, before she pulls her head up. "It's all about practice, honey... here, go again," she urges, pushing Darian forward and back onto your cock.\n\nMother and son take turns deep-throating you, Darian's inexperienced throat and tongue squeezing and stroking against you, gradually showing some of his mother's apparently natural talent at cocksucking that you're treated to when she's the one sucking and deepthroating you. The one not working their mouth and throat over your prick soon turns to sucking and washing your balls, both of them finally looking up at you, perfectly matched eyes watching your face as mother and son switch off duties facefucking themselves on your prick and orally worshiping your ballsack. \n\nFinally you can't take anymore, your voice breathy as you murmur, "Jerk me off on his face. I wanna see my cum all over his face."\n\nThere's no hesitation this time as Kelly nudges Darian to pull himself off of your cock, her red-nailed fingers wrapping around your shaft and starting to stroke you, pumping your prick quickly. "Open your mouth and stick out your tongue, baby, he'll wanna see you get some of his cum in your mouth," Kelly murmurs to her son, who sheepishly tilts his head back and does as ordered, pink tongue lolling over his chin as his own painted lips part. You let out a moan and start to cum, your cock twitching in Kelly's hand as you fire off long ropes of thick jizz, the mature woman stroking and moving you to insure you paint her son's face thoroughly with your seed, indeed making sure he gets fed several large splashes of it. "Swallow," she murmurs once you've apparently finished, Darian obediently closing his lips as his throat visibly works. Apparently without even thinking about it, Kelly leans in, tongue flicking over the teen's face as she cleans some of your cum off of her offspring. \n\nThis was definitely a great start. Now it's time to...\n\n<hr>\n[[... fuck Kelly.|BuddyPunk]]\n\n[[... fuck Darian.|BuddyPunk4x7]]

"Darian, get in the middle of the bed on all fours," you order.\n\nHis eyes widen, since he obviously knows what such a position would mean, but he hesitates only briefly before climbing up onto the bed, his pert butt wiggling in the air and his half-hard cock swaying between his thighs. Hm, he's got a nice round rear, pretty girly if you do say so yourself... probably his mom had one that was just as well-shaped but even more jiggly at his age, you can't help but think. He stops and even shifts his knees a bit further apart, looking over his shoulder at you half fearfully, half expectantly as you climb up onto the bed as well.\n\n"Kelly, get his ass ready for me to fuck it," you continue, stroking yourself lightly again as you look over at her.\n\nThere's only the barest second of hesitation before she moves to obey, like her son getting up onto the bed on all fours and crawling over to him, large tits swaying and generous ass jiggling. Ah, variety is the spice of life, even if it comes from the same gene pool, you think with a grin as she moves to Darian's side, shifting so that her tits are pressing against his back, spreading his asscheeks with her hands to bare his pucker. Darian wiggles and shifts in embarrassment, then gasps loudly as Kelly leans down and swirls her tongue over his asshole. Soon he's moaning softly, even occasionally letting out a humiliated, pleasured "Mom!" as she works her tongue over and inside his tight virgin hole. She certainly doesn't look like she's just doing it because she has to at this point, or perhaps she's gone with the idea that if her son's going to get fucked in the ass in front of her, she might as well try to make sure he enjoys it. Either way, you watch as Darian's half-hard cock slowly stiffens more and more under his mother's oral attention to his pucker, until it's jutting fully hard under his belly, pre dripping from the tip of it to match the line of saliva connecting Kelly's tongue and his now slightly gaping, slick, glistening hole as she raises her head and looks at you.\n\nMoving forward, you press the tip of your cock to that spit-lubed hole, then start to slowly push forward, Darian gasping loudly as your prick spreads open his virgin hole. Kelly watches as if hypnotized as inch after inch of your cock slowly disappears into her son's ass right in front of her, the boy writhing gently beneath his mother where her naked body is pressing against him. You take your time about it, enjoying not only the feel of that tight, hot hole spreading gradually open around you, but the sight of Darian squirming and wriggling as he gets literally fucked for his misbehavior, as well as the sight of his mother's rapt face seeing it happen, the sound of the teen's moaning and soft whimpering. His cock doesn't seem to be getting any less hard either, if anything twitching and getting just a bit longer even as you sink in completely and your balls press against his.\n\nYou rest one hand on his hip and reach out to fondle one of his mother's tits as you start stroking your hips, short, slow motions at first, but quickly building speed, starting to really pump into him and let your balls slap lightly against the younger male's. His breathing turns into hard, gasping pants, almost perfectly in time with your prick pumping into his ass, his head leaning back and eyes falling closed, obviously starting to be overcome by the pleasure. In fact, when you deliberately pull back and slip out of him, he gives a soft, instinctive moan of disappointment before he can catch himself, even as your cock slips along the cleft of his ass and presents itself to his mother's face. Without being prompted, Kelly leans forward and slides her fire engine red lips over your cock, rolling her eyes up to look at your face as she bobs her head over the prick that just slipped out of her son's ass, tongue diligently coating it in a fresh coat of saliva. When you pull back and out of her mouth, she wraps a hand around the base of your shaft and this time takes charge of pressing the tip of your prick to her son's previously virgin pucker so you can push back inside.\n\nYou continue on in this pattern for a good long while... building to giving Darian a good, thorough fucking before allowing yourself to slip out of him so his mom can give your cock a good going-over with her mouth before she pushes you back inside him, and you can slowly build back up to the previous pace. Eventually though you decide on a change of pace, lightly pushing Kelly aside and wrapping your arms around Darian's middle. You roll over onto your back still inside him, pulling him on top of you and then shifting your grip to his waist, holding him in position as you brace your feet and start fucking upwards into him, bouncing him a bit on top of you. He gasps loudly and wriggles all through the change in position, before he's soon moaning and whimpering again as you bounce him on top of you. You slide your arms around him again, letting him feel a man's arms wrapped around his body as well as the cock in his ass, his hands gripping your forearms and his cock bouncing stiff above his belly. Kelly has settled between your legs, still watching closely every thrust of your prick into her son's ass, her lips parted and breathing harder than ever.\n\nWell, you can't just leave her idle. You should order her to-\n\n<hr>\n[[-play with herself.|BuddyPunk4x8]]\n\n[[-suck Darian's cock.|BuddyPunk]]\n\n[[-suck Darian's nipples.|BuddyPunk5x1]]

"C-candy?" she stammers, taken off guard... quite literally, as she gives a shriek of shock and fear as the pumpkin vines that had quietly slithered across the floor shoot up to grab her wrists and wind around her ankles. She thrashes and screams more as the vines start curling into and grabbing hold of her clothing, tearing it and pulling it away from her body, in moments leaving her thrashing around in nothing but the leafy vines and her glasses. Then she stills again in fear as you rise to your now much more impressive height and walk over, your carved mouth curling up further on one side and carved eyes shifting as she cowers in front of you.\n\n"Yes, candy. It isn't Halloween without candy, after all. And do you know what my favorite Halloween candy is, Nancy?"\n\n"... what?" she whimpers, clearly terrified, but even more terrified of what you might do if she didn't ask as prompted.\n\n<hr>\n[["Gummis!"|BudKOH]]\n\n[["Chocolate!"|BudKOH]]\n\n[["Milk balls!"|BudKOH]]\n\n[["Candy bars! With nuts!"|BudKOH]]\n\n[["Taffy!"|BudKOH]]\n\n[["Wax drinks!"|BudKOH]]\n\n[["Edibles!"|BudKOH]]

Wait, you think you've heard of this. Isn't it called, like... "chuunibyou"? Where people who are too old for it still play pretend? Saiko seems particularly old for it, but you guess when you've got tits that amazing people will let you get away with a lot. As demonstrated by the fact that you answer "Sure" and walk over, settling into the other gap in the circle and folding your legs. \n\n"Alright then, the rules are simple," Saiko explains as she sits down as well, the skirt portion of her sweater riding up almost enough to show everything, but the shadowy nature of the room still obscuring it. "Whoever's 'It' picks out someone to ask Truth, Dare, or Change. Once that's done playing out, the person who was picked is now 'It'. No picking the person who picked you, no doubling up of questions, dares, or changes within three rounds. If you do something that causes the party you pick to not be able to take that turn, as a penalty you have to join them. You have to stay and play until you've been picked three times. If you want to leave after that, or after your turn at being 'It', that's fine. Now!" Her odd little grin curls upward into something more befitting the phonetic meaning of her name. "I'm going to claim my privilege as the organizer and be 'It' first. And since he was the last to arrive, and he's new to our school, let's all get to know Austin a little better! Austin, Truth, Dare, or Change?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Truth.|AusJP]]\n\n[[Dare.|AusJP]]\n\n[[Change.|AusJP2x5]]

"Ah yes, you've rolled a premium gacha dick indeed!" the guy declares, grinning as there's a flash and the (currently made of rubber) dick starts to drop, with him smoothly stepping forward to catch it. \n\nYou can't help but stare. For one thing it's... gold. Gold rubber, sure, which makes it look more like a particularly gaudy toy than anything else, but still, sparkly gold. It's also friggin' huge! Practically as long and easily as thick as one of your arms! And besides that, it's definitely equinoid... it's got a hefty flare on it, a ring around the middle that looks like it adds a good inch to the already massive thickness, and a pair of hefty molded balls that, taken together, are probably at least as big as your head, if not more.\n\n"You've pulled the Hengroen!" he declares. "A very fine dick indeed!" \n\n"It's, uh..." You stare at the gleaming phallus in his hands. "It's kind of... big."\n\n"Oh, not to worry! Among its many enchantments is one that will insure that the Hengroen will fit easily into any hole it goes into without a single problem! Guaranteed nothing but pure pleasure and enjoyment, no matter how implausible! Along with its various other enchantments, I insure you that you will have a great deal of joy from this dick!"\n\n<hr>\n[["... Fine, put it on me."|BuddyFHP8x2]]\n\n[["... Fine, I'll take it with me."|BuddyFHP]]\n\n[["... I don't want it."|BuddyFHP]]

Your balls are quite full, you feel, perhaps best to find someone to empty them in as soon as possible. \n\nYou take a look around, and spot a lovely candidate just moving to one of the nearby tables for a cup of punch. She looks to be in her late teens, slim but still with a nice bust and ass, her body sheathed in a very bright, shiny red leather catsuit, a cutout showing a rather lovely amount of cleavage, a tail clipped to the back just above her fully outlined rear. (Honestly, you're a bit surprised it isn't a plug.) She has a feline half-mask pushed up atop her head of thick blonde hair, which has been separated into a pair of voluminous, if relatively short, ponytails. Of course, you feel what really cinches it for you is that as she bends forward a little towards the punch bowl, it shows off that the bodysuit features a zipper going right along her crotch. Lovely, easy access! Yes, she'll do nicely.\n\n<hr>\n[[Charm her.|BuddyFHP10x1]]\n\n[[Be blunt.|BuddyFHP8x4]]\n\n[[Just fuck her.|BuddyFHP9x1]]

-Update 1-\n*<b>Main:</b> After becoming Hazel's apprentice, Eric can decide to go to [[regular school|RunFF10x1]].\n-Update 2-\n*<b>Main:</b> Eric can order the hentai males to [[finish breaking Ranma's will|RanDeb8x4]].\n* More of Eric using his magic at school.\n* <b>Main</b>: Added another [[digitizer sim|Digitizer10x2]] and look it's different okay?\n-Update 3-\n*<b>Main:</b> Full debug mode Eric can now [[mess with Ranma in guy form|RanDeb1x3]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Buddy can agree to [[mana transfer|BuddyOct20x7]] with the Lizzies.\n*<b>Main:</b> Holly can now elect to [[browse around|HollyOct5x1]] the Last Resort looking for a Halloween costume.\n*<b>Main:</b> Buddy can get a costume from [[Fantasy Life|BuddyOct1x1]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Blessed Buddy can now [[take the road less traveled|BudBless1x3]] with Dana.\n*<b>Main:</b> Layla can admit to Jasmine she likes the thought of [[being transformed|MeanFarm4x6]].\n-Update 4-\n* More blessed Buddy.\n* Continuing Eric changing the classroom's common sense.\n*<b>Main:</b> Raptarran Cypher can now [[summon Arana to the bait ship|BadCypher11x6]].\n*<b>Main</b>: Eric can now play [[Red XIII|FF7X3x1]] in the FF7 sim.\n*<b>Main</b>: Jamie can seek help from [[the force of personality|QOBully1x1]] in dealing with Joshua.

No need to beat around the bush. You walk over to her as she straightens up and turns from the table, her blue eyes blinking as you step right up to her. "Excuse me."\n\n"Oh! Hi," she chirps, raising a gloved hand and giving you a little wave.\n\n"Yes, nevermind that. I am going to use your pussy as a cumdump. You'll accompany me to a room and spread your legs for me."\n\nHer jaw drops, clearly too shocked by your apparent audacity to even be outraged immediately. Perhaps in the midst of that she gets curious what you mean by using her as a cumdump, and her eyes wander down. The moment they see the bulge in your loincloth, they widen... and then glaze over a bit, her face flushing. Her throat visibly works as she says a faint, "Um, yeah, sure, okay."\n\nYou nod, turning and walking away, not bothering to make sure she's following you, though you do instantly hear the click of her heels behind you. Because of course, she recognizes that you are a powerful and majestic creature and that she exists to be used and bred by you. You know this place must have rooms set aside for fucking in, and your unerring certainty in this as much as anything else leads you away from the party, down a nearby hall, and right into a lovely little bedchamber that's dominated by the four-poster bed. Allowing your cock to become hard now, gradually lifting up your loincloth until it slips away and reveals the deep, throbbing gold flesh, you turn and fold your arms under your tits, looking at your cumdump expectantly. She stares at your revealed equine member, a visible shudder running through her as her eyes further glaze over, but with another swallow she proves herself a properly obedient little thing and makes her way over to the bed, laying down on her back and lifting her heeled feet into the air, her hands on her thighs to hold them apart and back, displaying her still covered pussy and ass to you as the costume's tail drapes over the side of the bed.\n\nPausing briefly to tug the front flaps of your outfit aside to let your tits spill free, you walk over and unhesitatingly pull down the zipper of her costume, revealing an absolutely sodden pink pussy, a waft of steam practically released from the confines of the tight outfit. Equally without hesitation, you bring your cock around, pressing the wide flare up against that perfect, sweet-looking, practically untouched-seeming pink pussy and turn it into a tight, dark red ring as you thrust in all the way to your sheath in a single go. Your cumdump's eyes roll up in her head completely, her tongue jutting out and her body jolting as she cums instantly, your cock fully outlined in her belly and all the way up to the bulge of your flare resting between her tits beneath the tight layer of red leather.\n\n"Mmm, yes, it's good, isn't it, pretty?" you coo down at her, leaning forward to pet her hair briefly, even leaning forward and smothering her face with your tits as you start pumping into her. Then you straighten up, preferring to enjoy the view of your pretty little cumdump cumming her brains out as you pump into her, resting your hands on your hips so your tits can bounce freely. "I wonder, were you even a woman before tonight, when you put on that costume? Well, I doubt you'll ever go back to being a man if you were. You love getting your naughty little hole fucked too much for that, isn't that right?"\n\n"Yesssshhh!" she slurs, her eyes still rolled and tongue jutting as she replies. "Yesshhh fuck me, fuck me, need your cock, love your cock, cock cock cock coooock!"\n\nAs it should be, you think cheerfully as you start pounding into her faster and harder, fully intent on breaking her pussy completely, if not her whole body and mind, her back arching and presenting her still-covered tits to you as she clearly goes white-out orgasmic, her body vibrating around you like a sex toy, her overstretched pussy barely able to tremble and squeeze even as she gushes constantly all over your balls. Balls that are feeling steadily more full as they slap against her leather-clad ass and the bed... best not to hold back on emptying them, you muse, since that was the whole point, and with another deep thrust you bury yourself in her and release.\n\nYou actually see her body bulge out with the first gush of your load before it settles back and her belly begins to swell. The outline of your cock, save for the flare between her tits (which still has a bulge at the end from the flow of your cum), rapidly starts to be obscured as her belly rounds and swells with the massive load you're pumping into her. Her cumbelly swells larger, and larger, until the zippers burst and her bodysuit falls away from her front, baring her rounded stomach and her tits, which seem to almost be getting filled with the overflow since they too swell up.\n\nOnce you've poured the last of your present load into her, you pull out, allowing your cock to go soft as you take a few steps back and admire your handiwork. Your cumdump is still holding her legs up and spread like a good girl even as she spasms and twitches in constant aftershock orgasms, probably unable to even think of not presenting herself like a proper onahole for the foreseeable future. Her once pristine pink pussy is now dark, stretched, and obviously permanently destined to accomodate only those of a particularly prodigious equine size, cum pouring out of it and yet her swollen cum-balloon of a belly barely seeming to deflate. Hm, yes, not bad for a first effort.\n\nTugging your outfit back into place idly, you wander back out into the party, casting your gaze around for your next target. Let's see, now that you've dumped your first load, something a bit more considered for your next one, now that you've gotten the first go out of the way.\n\n<hr>\n[[Someone particularly in need of lewdness.|BuddyFHP]]\n\n[[Someone particularly beautiful.|BuddyFHP]]\n\n[[Someone you can go even further with.|BuddyFHP]]

No light, no candy, those are the rules. You keep yourself parked on the couch watching a burn victim violently slut-shame teenagers, until you hear something else that you don't think is on the movie soundtrack.\n\n<i>K-spt.</i>\n\nScowling darkly at the somehow unmistakeable sound of an egg smashing on a front door, you get up and head over to one of the front windows to peek out. Sure enough, a handful of costumed figures... probably on the mid- or low teens side by the size of them... is cavorting around on your lawn, tossing rolls of toilet paper, one of them holding an egg carton. Dammit, they were just looking for an excuse, and you not answering the door gave them one!\n\n<hr>\n[[Rush out to dispense justice!|BuddyOct21x1]]\n\n[[It's kind of late at night for justice.|BuddyOct17x4]]\n

You guess that makes the most sense. At least if someone else sees it happen you'll know you're not delusional, you guess.\n\nYou return home, Hannah remarking briefly on the much improved quality of both pizza and beer you have obtained (you haven't yet told her that you're loaded now, for various reasons), and you spend part of the meal working up your courage. Finally, as she's settled on the couch sipping a beer and getting that 'I'm starting to long for my twitter feed full of boys in panties' look on her face, you speak up. "So, my great-uncle left me some stuff in his will."\n\n"Oh yeah?" Hannah perks up, but only a little, which is probably to do with her feeling there's a low probability of your uncle having left you a massive library of manga. "Anything cool?"\n\n"Yeah, some pretty neat stuff. But, see, the thing is, I was going through it and I found this key, and I think it's kind of..." Okay, just say it. "... magic."\n\n"... Not cool dude," Hannah declares flatly, apparently not quite that gullible.\n\n"No, I'm being serious. C'mon," you say, getting up and beckoning to her.\n\nHannah, being a big believer in Newton's laws, clearly tends to stay at rest but after a moment grumbles and gets up, following you into the kitchen. "It worked earlier, anyway. But here, watch this." You push open the door to show the garage beyond, Hannah just eyeing you as if actually starting to get sincerely annoyed at what she thinks is you having fun at her expense. You pull the door back closed, then take out the key and put it in the lock, turning it. You're relieved when you spot the torchlight flickering under the door frame, and push it open. Hannah immediately lets out a loud shriek, before clapping both hands over her mouth and looking around nervously.\n\n"... All the neighbors think you just saw me naked," she informs you solemnly a moment later, as her brain apparently tries to deal with what she's processing.\n\n"Yeah probably," you say with a sigh. Pulling the door closed again, you remove the key, and just to be sure (and demonstrate) open the door once more to show that the garage is there again.\n\nSoon the two of you are hunkered down in the living room, Hannah (after being reminded to wash her hands) looking through the journal. "This totally reminds me of this one web novel that got turned into a porny manga where this dude finds a dungeon in his basement and for no real reason it has a bunch of lewd items out of random porn ideas in it. Like umbrellas and stuff in a D&D dungeon. It's wild. Also hot. Hey do you think there's lewd items in this dungeon?"\n\nYou sigh. "Hannah, why would there be lewd items in the dungeon?"\n\nShe looks up at you, blinking once, then says, "Why wouldn't there be lewd items in the dungeon?"\n\nYou open your mouth, then close it when you realize that you can't come up with any logical reason for the lewdness or lack thereof of any potential items in the dungeon, especially since you don't know anything about it. "So, what do you think about that thing?" you ask.\n\n"Well, you're right, it's preeetty illegible. But I have this feeling that it'll get more legible if we're actually inside the dungeon," she says after a moment, nodding firmly. \n\n"... Worked like that in the manga, did it?"\n\n"It works like that in a lot of manga. But look, there's all these drawings of different thingies to go on the end of the key," she says, turning the book around and pointing at one of the illustrations.\n\n"It's called a bow."\n\n"Huh, really? Okay, different bows. Obviously he found different ones, and... yeah, some of these are bits and pieces of the ones in here," she notes, rummaging briefly in the leather bag. "But maybe if we explore the dungeon we'll find intact versions and the text describing them will clear up!"\n\n"... Because that's how it worked in the manga, right?"\n\n"Hey listen you, you asked for my help and I don't hear a lot of better ideas coming out of your face-hole," Hannah replies, shaking the journal in your general direction, to which you have to shrug in surrender. "Right, s'what I thought. But anyway we should tooootally explore it!" she says, getting up and starting to wander into the kitchen.\n\n"Tomorrow. After <i>preparations</i>," you call.\n\n"... Oh, yeah, that's probably a good idea," Hannah allows as she turns back around to face you, rubbing the back of her head. "Though if you're gonna be that cautious about it, we could always ask my professor for help."\n\n"Your parapsychology professor?" you ask, a bit dubiously even though that was one of the reasons you decided to tell Hannah in the first place.\n\n"Yeah, Professor Smith has gone on plenty of adventures, probably waaaay more than ever make it into a lecture. 'Course, you bring in a professor and..."\n\nBoth of you make a face. You may both be old enough to be considered adults by a fair portion of society, but you're also young enough to know that someone with more age, experience, and authority would soon be ordering you around like kids. Still, you guess it's not the worst idea in the world to ask someone with experience to come along.\n\n... Still. That bit of you that does feel like an adult <i>and</i> the bit of you that feels like a kid says that this is you (and Hannah's) adventure, and you can handle it.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go by yourselves.|Austin9x5]]\n\n[[Talk to Professor Smith.|AustinDun]]

"We can handle going down there and taking a look around on our own at the very least," you tell Hannah after a moment. "If we run into trouble or something, then we'll talk to her."\n\n"Good idea," Hannah replies, nodding eagerly. \n\n"Let's take tonight to get ready, and get some sleep," you suggest. "We'll head down there at seven tomorrow."\n\nYou spend a little while getting ready, putting together an outfit from your brief brush with hiking and 'survival' type stuff earlier in the year, including sturdy pants, hefty boots, and a thick durable sweater. Some searching around finds a well-reviewed app that promises to make a map of where you've been even if it's disconnected from cell service and wifi, and though it's expensive you've got the money, and you definitely don't want to get lost in a magic dungeon. You also go through the knives you kept out of the crate of stuff, finding one that's more like a short sword and still seems to be whole and sharp despite its obvious age. You pack a small backpack with first aid supplies and some food bars and water (adding extra since you don't feel like you can rely on Hannah to be that practical), then do indeed do your best to get some sleep.\n\nThe next morning you're expecting to have to roust Hannah out of bed at the exact time, but apparently she was just as little kid excited as you were to get started with exploring the dungeon. Of course, some of your other concerns are immediately borne out, your expression going flat as you say, "Hannah, what are you wearing?"\n\n"Huhu, isn't it obvious?" Hannah whirls to face you, adjusting her glasses (and actually managing to get a little shine flash off one of the lenses, which you can only imagine she practiced and tried in various spots in the kitchen while waiting for you). Said glasses have what looks like a small camera attached to them now, the cable running to the strap of her messenger bag and inside of it. The issue being that as she does her little dramatic whirl, it flares out the (slightly flimsy) cloth of the blue pleated skirt she's wearing, the top of the white uniform blouse ending just above her bellybutton. Her slightly plump legs are sheathed in white thigh-highs, and she's even wearing saddle shoes. What looks like some sort of katana sheathed at her hip just makes her look even more like she's doing anime cosplay. "This is optimum dungeon-exploring garb!"\n\n"Okay. I know I'm gonna regret asking this, but... how?" you ask with a sigh, resting your hands on your hips.\n\n"Not only has the entirety of Japanese culture agreed that no matter what the situation, be it being displaced to another world, sent into the past, or surviving a zombie apocalypse, that a schoolgirl uniform is so versatile and full of utility that it will continue to be worn exclusively, but it provides a very important advantage when facing off against monsters!"\n\n"... That being...?"\n\n"Well I mean look at you," Hannah replies, flitting her hand towards you. "You're a guy, first of all, and then you go down there dressed for pure utility. The monsters are 100% going to just try to murder you instantly. Now me on the other hand they'll make sure to keep alive, and preferably as unharmed as possible, so that they can rape me!" she declares cheerfully, resting a hand on the end of her sword. "It's an extremely sensible safety precaution! I even made sure to wear my extra sexy schoolgirl panties, the shimapan with the seam up the middle of the ass so that they show the shape of my butt better, you wanna see?" she adds in a chirp as she turns around, bending forward a little and starting to lift her skirt in back.\n\n"I'm good," you mutter, quickly putting a hand to your face. "And the wallhanger?"\n\n"It's not a wallhanger! Okay I mean like most of those it's technically a 'hunting knife' but this is a legit full tang solid piece of real steel," Hannah replies, drawing the sword from the sheath and holding it up.\n\nYou blink a few times. It actually does look far more utilitarian than the usual mall ninja type stuff, and like it has an actual edge on it. "The hell, where did you get that?"\n\n"Eighty bucks on Wish," she replies smugly, sheathing it again.\n\n"... <i>Why</i> did you spend eighty of your broke ass self's dollars on an actual combat capable sword?"\n\n"In case I ever got into a situation where I needed one."\n\n'That's stupid,' you start to say, then realize that the two of you are 1) about to explore a magical dungeon and 2) when doing that she's wielding a katana made of modern steel and you've got an antique knife that you got out of a box of junk. ... Maybe you're the idiot for not having some sort of weeb situation insurance. "You've got the journal?" you ask instead.\n\n"Yup! You got the key?"\n\nYou nod, taking the key out of your pocket and stepping forward, slipping it into the keyhole. You're a bit relieved when it opens out into that descending stairway just like before, and after exchanging a glance with Hannah you head down first, zipping the key into a pocket securely and settling a flashlight into your off hand. A moment later you hear her give a soft 'hm'. "Yeah, the journal's easier to read down here. Score one for manga!" she adds smugly.\n\nAgain you sort of want to argue but how can you? It literally just worked like the comic apparently did. "Anything important?"\n\n"I'll read all I can while we walk and tell you if anything comes up, you just keep an eye out. ... And don't let me fall down the stairs," Hannah adds. \n\nNot ideal, but you guess fair enough. You continue down ahead of her, keeping both an eye and an ear out for anything, but there's nothing by the time you reach the bottom. The stairway opens out into a corridor made of the same grey stone blocks, floor, ceiling, and walls, and lined with more of those torches. You glance at Hannah, but after a moment she looks up from the journal and shrugs before putting it away. So nothing like a map... which reminds you to check your phone. The app seems to be working, and- "Huh, I've still got wifi."\n\n"Interdasting!" Hannah squeals happily, hauling out her own phone to check. "That means my recording is going to the cloud and I can bump up the resolution, cool! We're definitely too far away from the router for it to just be reaching down the stairs... it's gotta be because this space technically still exists within the house," she adds, adjusting her glasses. "Has interesting implications!"\n\n"Like what?"\n\n"That this is more of an 'instance' than an abiding physical space that we've just... your eyes are glazing, nevermind, I'll tell you later," she mutters. "Anyway, let's go!"\n\nThe two of you set off down the corridor in an essentially random direction. A few minutes later, you spot a door and start to walk over to it, but Hannah stops you. "I wouldn't bother. You need a key to open it."\n\n"I assume not one of the super-special keys that goes with this one?" you ask, patting the pocket with <i>the</i> key in it. \n\n"Right, apparently they drop from monsters. Gotta beat at least one monster to find any of the key thingies, bows, whatev-" \n\nHannah stops and turns as there's a scrabbling sound from behind, then gives a fairly loud shriek, somehow of both fear and excitement simultaneously. You whirl around and point the flashlight to see that you're being charged at by... goblins. Real, actual goblins. Both of them would come up to a bit past your waist, their bald green heads gleaming in the flashlight's brightness, their skin oily and marked here and there by discolorations and warts. They're wearing some sort of ragged leather strips barely fashioned into a kind of armor and wielding small clubs. For just a moment your brain hitches and whirrs over the fact that you're seeing authentic fantasy monsters in the flesh before you kick into gear and realize-\n\nBoth of them have their eyes focused exclusively on Hannah and are making a beeline for her. In fact they seem to barely be aware of your existence. Drool is flying from their lips and smearing their ugly little faces, and they both have pretty obvious hardons beneath the ragged loincloths of their outfits.\n\n<hr>\n[[Gross! Kill them!|Austin]]\n\n[[... Well Hannah was so proud of her idea, let her see it work at least a bit.|AustinDun]]

It is a really interesting old-style key, kind of larger than the usual, with the... ah, let's see, you remember some TV show you watched naming the parts, it's the... shaft, you guess, split into two bars, one a hexagon and the other a square, to connect to the end where the blade (the bit that goes in the lock) is made up of a number of entwining shapes like vines or something. The piece on the end, which you're pretty sure is called the 'bow', looks like it used to be an elaborately carved set of feathery wings, but has been broken, about half the middle and one of the wings just missing. Shame.\n\nAs you're looking it over, though, you notice that the bow wiggles just a bit when you're rubbing your thumb over the broken portion. Curious, you try tugging gently, and it just slides right off, apparently mounted on a set of pins. Huh, that's interesting, apparently the key's bow is either not mounted right or... wait, modular maybe?\n\nFor some reason that stirs your thoughts to a leather bag you found while looking through the crate that clinked when you moved it. You're not entirely sure why, but somehow you feel that might be connected. After a bit of looking through the clutter you've created (yeah you need to clean this up before your roomie gets home), you find the brown leather bag again and open it. There's a small hand journal in there too, and... what looks like a lot more broken key bows. Tch. You pour them out onto the floor, briefly looking through to see if you can find the other wing of the original, but no luck. In fact you only find one intact bow in the whole pile, one shaped a bit like a heavy iron door with a tiny key engraved on it. Since it seems to be the only intact one, you slide it onto the key proper, noticing that it makes a soft click when you get it into place unlike the other one.\n\nYou flip through the journal, hoping that maybe it was Guncle Archie's notes on the key, or maybe some other collector talking about it, but most of it's horribly smudged and scribbled so as to be unreadable. You do see a bunch of sketches of what looks like other bows for the key, and can make out bits and pieces here and there. Stuff like 'some change the destination of the door, some the nature of the room', and 'must be careful not to lose any part while-', and there are only two longer legible sections. One is seemingly random in a page of writing and says 'Each of the door pieces is unique. They seem almost to despise each other, and if two are left unseen or unfelt together, one will be gone next they're touched.' The other is towards the end of all the smudged pages with drawings of other bows, and seems to be the drawing of the wings fob, though the missing portion of the real thing is also smudged so heavily that it's essentially hard to see as anything other than a big ink blob. The portion under it reads 'Lost. Lost in one of the ~~~~. Can't even remember which one now, ~~~~~ broke them all anyway. All running together. Too long. Will never see the end now. Lost, lost, lost.'\n\nOooo... kay. You're not really sure what to do with this, it feels so much like the picture perfect plot of some weird story. Shaking your head, you bundle the broken bows back together in the bag, though decide to leave the journal sitting out, your roommate would probably get a kick out of it. You slide the key into your pocket without really thinking as you get up, and start gathering things up to move them to the garage. You decide that a couple of them, like the knives, probably ought to stay in your room (for liability reasons if nothing else), but everything else, and the wooden sides of the crate itself, you get moved into the garage until you can figure out where to store them.\n\nAs you're closing the garage door, you pause and look down at the lock on it, and suddenly remember: 'Some change the destination of the door'. Drawing the key out of your pocket, you look at it, then lower it towards the keyhole. 'I have definitely been reading too many fantasy novels,' you think, expecting the old fashioned key to not even fit into the modern lock. But it slides right in to your great surprise, and without really thinking you turn it as if unlocking the already unlocked door. But you hear a deep, resounding click, almost more of a boom, and flickering light becomes faintly visible under the door.\n\n... What? ......... What?\n\nYou slowly turn the handle of the door and push it open again. Instead of opening into the relatively small and mostly uncluttered garage that you were in just moments ago, the door swings out into a stairwell. One made of old grey stones forming a narrow corridor barely wider than the door, heading downward on a set of stone steps made up of more of those ancient-looking stone blocks. The light is coming from torches that are set occasionally into little metal holders on the wall, the smell of woodsmoke drifting instantly up to your nose as if to help assure you that it's not just an illusion or a dream.\n\n'Yup, that is definitely a fantasy adventure dungeon,' you think in a sort of stunned mental monotone as you stare down into the darkness below.\n\n<hr>\n[[You've gotta check this out!|Austin9x3]]\n\n[[... NOPE!|Austin]]

... later, you think, pulling the door closed quickly. You're a bit hesitant about actually pulling the key out, just in case it was some weird one-time-only thing, but after a second you do, the torchlight from under the door instantly ceasing.\n\nYeah, you may be excited and/or going insane, but either way you're not going charging down into an unknown <i>magic dungeon</i> without making some preparations first. You head back into the living room, and almost jump at the fact that there's someone standing there near-motionless, slumped in a sort of creepy posture staring intently at an object in their hand... ... until you realize that it's just your roommate, and that's entirely normal behavior for her. "Hey, Hannah," you greet her in a slightly relieved tone.\n\nThe young woman with past-the-shoulders, somewhat unkempt brown hair with bits of the ends still a faded, slightly forlorn blue (back when the school year started when it was short and completely dyed), wearing a sort of odd black hooded jersey jacket with what's kind of like a built-in yellow-lined cape (probably in copy of some weird obscure anime she likes) over a somewhat threadbare white shirt (slumped off one shoulder to show the black strap of her bra) and black bike shorts along with sneakers (no socks) doesn't reply immediately, but again you're used to that too. You watch the slight changes to her face as her distracted brain processes that there has been input that did not come from the cell phone she's staring at, rewinds, actually comprehends what was said, and finally lifts her head to give you a slightly sheepish smile, glasses having slid down her nose.\n\n<img src="images/Hannah.jpg">\n\n"Oh heeeey Austin," Hannah says, flitting a hand through the air. "Didn't realize you were actually home. Heheh, heheheh," she adds, putting her phone away while being very careful to never angle the screen towards you in any way.\n\nSure, some people might think you were incredibly lucky, having a cute nerd girl (with big boobs and a great butt) for a roommate, eespecially one that's into stuff like porn and cosplay. The reality is kind of... not as great, considering she's a space case, a bit of a slob, and a hardcore "fujo" as she proudly calls herself which mostly means that at least once a month you need to pound on her door and ask her to turn the gay cartoon porn down because the neighbors are giving your house the stinkeye from their windows. A lot of living with her involves finally breaking down and cleaning up after her and doing her laundry, and you gotta say, picking up a girl's panties loses a lot of the slightly illicit thrill after the hundredth time plus wondering why they were laying on the arm of the couch so soon in proximity to a Chromecast getting hooked up to the living room TV.\n\n"How'd your finals go?" you ask, since it is sort of the question of the day, though you realize you've space-cased yourself a bit since that usually isn't a great thing to ask.\n\n"... Eheheheheh," Hannah giggles nervously. "... Um, you?"\n\n"I think I did okay, yeah."\n\n"You're dressed up kind of fancy, though, did you think that was necessary to put you over the top?" she asks, wandering into your personal space and plucking at the collar of your shirt, making you bap her hand lightly to discourage her.\n\n"Nah, I had to do a thing relating to my great-uncle dying."\n\n"Oh yeaaah. Sucks. I mean, condolences and stuff. ... Again," Hannah adds, apparently recalling that the two of you already had part of this conversation a few days ago when you were informed. "Um, anyway, you wanna order some pizza and get some beer? To celebrate the end of the semester? ... Or like celebrate your inheritance? ... Or mourn the death of your uncle or whatever?"\n\nYou're getting the feeling that generally the idea here is 'go get a pizza and beer', which is a recurring theme, but then you are a college student too so you can't exactly argue too hard with the concept (even if Hannah rarely if ever chips in). You don't exactly have to worry about being a broke college student now yourself at least so you don't particularly begrudge her anymore. "Yeah, yeah, okay, I'll go pick some up." You'd actually like to go out, but it takes way too much effort to convince Hannah to mingle with the public, and besides you have to admit every place will be totally crushed tonight.\n\nThough as you're out on the food-and-beer run, you realize this puts you in an awkward position. You hadn't really thought about Hannah when you considered exploring the dungeon, but now that you've recalled her existence it's kind of an issue. Hannah's a borderline shut-in, and you're expecting that she'll probably disappear into her room and stay there for most of the break. Which you could probably rely on when using the key to open the door, except that the garage door (which is the only one you're certain it works on, and are thus sort of mentally defaulting to using) is in the kitchen. By the fridge. Which is where Hannah keeps her Ramune, Pocari Sweat, and aloe drinks, which she will occasionally emerge to snag some of. (Sometimes naked, which again is sort of thrilling at first but loses a little of its charm eventually, especially because her shrieks keep alarming the neighbors.) So the chances of her finding the door and just wandering down (again, possibly naked) seem a little too high to you.\n\nSo what to do about it? You guess you could actually tell her about what's going on... most of her classes are laughably useless for the idea of pursuing a real job, but you guess that 'parapsychology' course she's taking might be relevant to this weirdness. You kind of have a feeling she'd believe you and not call you crazy, especially assuming the key works in front of her. Having some backup when you decide to explore the dungeon might be a good idea. \n\nOr you could just try using the key on a different door, one she wouldn't have access to. You could probably find one somewhere easily enough.\n\nOr you guess you could always just sort of wait and see what tomorrow brings. Sleeping on the whole idea of exploring a weird magic dungeon is probably a good idea anyway.\n\n<hr>\n[[Tell Hannah.|Austin9x4]]\n\n[[Use another door.|AustinDun]]\n\n[[Just wait.|AustinDun1x1]]

It's a little ostentatious to go with your nice clothes, you decide, dropping the pendant back into the bowl. Maybe to go to, like, a ren faire, or a 70's night, or when you're just feeling yourself to go out clubbing. You haul the top back into place, and about that time Mrs. Andrews returns with the paperwork.\n\nYou list out your address, and after that there's a bit more chatting about possibly using her firm to oversee your investment portfolio's legal needs and stuff like that now that you're rich while some guys come in and reaffix the crate's top and carry it out. Then the fancy car takes you home, following along after the smallish freight truck carrying the crate. 'Home', at the moment, is a little two bedroom rental house that's slightly on the shabby side, but the rent's fairly cheap as long as you keep the place from falling down on itself. It's relatively close to the university, and the whole neighborhood is mostly rental houses catering to students. You suppose, you think as you briefly try to convince both the delivery guys and the car driver to take a tip and fail (wow they must pay well at that law firm), now you could probably just go ahead and buy an actual house in town, but that seems like a big decision for your first year of college. Maybe rent an apartment until then or something? Eh, you'll decide later.\n\nAfter the drivers have left, you open up the crate again, already thinking about where you're going to store this stuff. Maybe you could call Ms. Andrews and ask about a reliable storage facility or something in town. There's a garage here in the house but you're not sure you want to leave a bunch of ancient artifacts laying around in it, for various reasons. Once you've got the lid open, you frown a bit at the sight of the bowl that was sitting on top, but that no longer has the medallion in it. You snag a flashlight and peer into the clutter, but you can't see it anywhere. Hm... well, maybe you'll find it later while you're looking through the rest, it probably just fell down to the bottom of the crate.\n\nYou start getting various items out and looking them over. A lot of it does look like bits of art, historic stuff (like the bowl), that sort of thing. Some of it's obviously valuable and a lot of it's nice to look at, but nothing that particularly stirs your interests at first. You do find, not too far down, a very sexy gold Egyptian-style statue of a woman with... well, impressive boobs, certainly. Quite an impressive figure over all, really. Almost looks more like one of your roommate's anime figures, just... solid gold, and with some little gem chips in interesting places. (Quite interesting.) You set it aside, then continue going through things.\n\n"Huh," you say as you pull out a sort of hard, durable plastic case in dark grey. Extra protection for an artifact? Though when you set it down and open it, it's actually a camera. Kind of old-looking, the classic black-and-silver type that a lot of people instantly think of when they hear 'camera' due to its appearance in so many movies and TV shows (and still having an abiding popularity with hipsters). A check does show it's a digital camera, just probably an older one. Well, you guess a camera is probably pretty important equipment on archaeological adventures... this one comes with a collapsible stand and what looks like a little remote and everything.\n\nLooks like there's a couple of journals, some cases with coins in them ranging from groupings to single-packed ones. There's a couple of really gnarly-looking daggers, at least one particularly neat-looking key, aaand a pile of "junk" that you're sure is valuable to somebody but you have no real interest in. (Hm, dang, never did find that medallion.)\n\nYou suppose you should get to putting all of it somewhere out of the way, at least temporarily, but seems a shame to start carrying it all to the garage without at least looking into some interesting stuff. You decide you'll take a closer look at one of the items, at least, maybe to keep it out and enjoy it, before putting everything away.\n\n<hr>\n[[The statue.|Austin]]\n\n[[The camera.|Austin10x1]]\n\n[[The journals.|Austin]]\n\n[[The daggers.|Austin]]\n\n[[The coins.|Austin]]\n\n[[The key.|Austin9x2]]

"GYAHA!" the ghost squeaks, actually hopping backwards and visibly taking a stance of one knee raised and her body turned away, hands moving to clutch at the vaporous light around her as if in modesty.\n\nYou blink a few times. That was... all super normal. Even her voice sounded pretty normal. It's almost like you somehow, uh, shocked the ghost out of ghost mode. You sit up slowly, repeating, "Uh, I'm not your love. Sorry. Or, uh, congratulations, if you were actually vengeful towards him. I think?"\n\nYou can actually see the ghost blink her solid black eyes several times, before she straightens up, then leans in and looks you up and down, frowning a bit. "You're not my love," she says, almost accusingly.\n\n"Yes, I just said that," you say firmly.\n\n"... Oh. Yes. You did. ... You're not even Japanese," she notes, tugging at the glowing light around her much like a person would their clothes.\n\n"No... I'm an American. Uh, if you know what America is. ... Please don't be vengeful towards Americans."\n\n"Why does everyone keep saying 'vengeful' about me?!" she blurts in an annoyed tone, puffing out her cheeks as she pouts. ... Despite still very obviously being a ghost, she actually looks really cute now that she's not doing the eerie haunting thing.\n\n"Uh, well," you say as you stand up. "Motoko told me that you haunt this room because you were killed by your lover, when he flew into a rage at you asking to run away with him."\n\n"Well that just isn't true at all," she huffs, folding her spectral arms over her chest. She hesitates a little, and you'd swear the blue glow of her cheeks takes on a pink tinge as she says, in an embarrassed tone, "My lover and I were both drinking, and I asked him to run away with me. When he said yes I got so excited that I started dancing around. I wound up falling over the railing and into the hot spring and drowned." Then her expression turns slightly horrified. "Everyone must have seen him rushing to try and keep me from falling and think he did it! Oh <i>no</i>! That's so unfair!"\n\n"That's the unfair part?" you can't help but say, then grin sheepishly as she shoots you a sour look. It's pretty effective since it makes an actual cold chill go down your spine.\n\n"I'm going to throttle the others, they never told me about any of this," she mutters in an annoyed tone, pouting and looking to the side.\n\n"... Others?"\n\n"Oh, well I... hm, who are you anyway?" the ghost asks, narrowing her eyes as she looks back at you again.\n\n"Er, I'm Austin. I sort of own this hotel now."\n\n"Oh. Then I suppose it's fine to tell you, if you're the owner," she says with a shrug. "There are lots of ghosts and spirits around here. There's me, there's Kikufu down in the hot springs themselves, there's Kiko in the dressing room, Boko out in the woods, and in the rooms..." She trails off, then shrugs. "Well there's a ghost in most rooms to be honest, but most of them aren't strong enough to manifest or make themselves known. We can see each other, of course, and there's different levels of being able to talk and think as a ghost, but there's a fair few. Really I guess only me and one or two other ghosts are really solid enough to talk to people."\n\n"... Huh." You scratch the back of your neck. "And these ones in the hot spring and dressing room and-"\n\n"Oh, no, those three are spirits. ... It's different," she says at your confused look. "Ghosts used to be human. Spirits never were. Kikufu, Kiko, and Boko just sort of... exist."\n\n"Huh," you repeat. Apparently you own an authentically <i>haunted</i> hot spring hotel. And... at least one ghost is friendly? Or at least seems personable enough. What exactly are you going to do with that information, anyway?\n\n<hr>\n[[Ask how you can help her.|AustinJP]]\n\n[[Ask to meet the others.|AustinJP]]\n\n[[Ask them to leave.|AustinJP]]

Surely you'll wake up in time, and if not, you'll just... clean up... in the morning... zzzzzzzzzzzzz...\n\nWhen you wake up, it's completely dark in the room... not only are all the lights out outside, but your computer has gone to sleep. You don't remember turning off the room light, either, but it's out now, and only the faintest bits of starlight and moonlight are providing any sort of illumination in the room.\n\n'What time is it?' you think blearily. But before you can grope for your phone to check, you're rather distracted as something else starts lighting up the room. You turn your head, and your eyes widen at the sight of a floating blue light that's forming nearby. It's gently bobbing and swaying in the air, something distinctly otherworldly about it that you can't explain... well, other than the obvious that it's a free-floating ball of light. As you watch, it continues to expand outward until it gradually starts taking on a more distinct, if still decidedly translucent, form. Specifically a woman... you can make out that much even though she's wreathed in a swirling, gauzy whitish glow from the neck down. Her face is a deep blue color, also slightly indistinct but enough for you to make out beautiful features, and long, blue-black hair drifting faintly as if underwater.\n\n"Oh... ohhh my love... my love," she moans out in an aching, longing voice that sends shivers through your body, since it seems to both somehow fill the room and barely escape her lips. "My darling, my love," she continues as she drifts towards the bed, her hands rising from amidst the drifting, swirling white and reaching towards you.\n\n<hr>\n[["...!"|AustinJP]]\n\n[["I-I'm not your love!"|AustinJP4x2]]

The dresser is one of the standard places to check if you're 'snooping', right? So may as well take a look at what's in there. It's a pretty sizeable dresser, really, the drawers large but apparently well-maintained. The top drawer is the largest but still slides open easily, revealing a number of jeans and pants folded on one side, and folded and stacked shirts on the other. Obviously everyday wear. You slide the drawer back closed and open the second one.\n\nAh, there's something that you might have expected. The second drawer, shallower than the first, is filled mostly with things like stockings, garter belts, and what look like some tights or even one-pieces. They're mostly sort of absently folded and flopped in in a semblance of order. Which means... if you had to guess...\n\nYup. When you close the second drawer and open the third one, it's full of panties. Chaotically tossed around, and of a number of different types. G-strings, thongs, bikini cut. Cotton, satin, silk. Purple, red, pink, shimapan. Good lord that is a <i>lot</i> of panties. Tucked into one corner of the drawer, folded and resting like the lonely outcasts in a classroom of extroverts, are a pair of boxer-briefs that must be for purely utilitarian wear. You notice there are a couple of bras, too, albeit ones with completely flat cups so they still must be Liam's. Geez, he doesn't go for half-measures with his lingerie, does he? \n\nYou're sort of left staring. Like, you knew Liam was pretty girly, sure, he obviously likes the look that you've been desperately trying to free yourself from all these years, but it's still a little strange to think of another guy so casually wearing panties by default. Must be part of that confidence he constantly exudes and that you wish you had...\n\n<hr>\n[[Examine a pair.|GwynLiam]]\n\n[[Close the drawer.|GwynLiam]]\n\n[[... maybe try some on?|GwynLiam]]

Devious World (alpha 98-M)

Eh, a Christmas tree branch probably shifted a little and an ornament fell off... better to deal with it in the morning, you're tired right now.\n\nYou climb into bed and pull the covers up, settling in and quickly starting to drift off. Just as you've arrived in that hazy place where you're almost asleep but still aware of being awake, you hear a faint, quavering voice moan "Wiiiiilllllllll..."\n\n... Bwuh? Nobody calls you 'Will', everyone's called you 'Buddy' as your sole nickname, virtually your name, since you were a little kid. The only people that call you anything else are the government and one particularly bitchy teacher from sixth grade. Actually wait, more importantly, who the fuck is in your house?! You sit up in bed, grabbing for the bedside table and yanking open the drawer, pulling out the small pistol inside. "Who's there?!"\n\n"Willllllll..." It sounds like the voice is coming from out in the hall, and slowly drawing closer. You bring your weapon up to aim, waiting for the door to open... except it doesn't. Instead a figure made of strangely dark light and heavy blue mist drifts right through it, your jaw dropping at the sight of a slightly past middle-aged man in a three-piece suit, his body bent with the weight of the heavy chains draped all over him, one even flopped across his bald head and running along one side of his face. "Wiiiiillllllllll!"\n\n"What the <i>fuck</i>?!" you blurt, leaning back against the headboard. "Seriously?!"\n\n"... Eh?" The spirit suddenly blinks, the quavery quality and room-filling sonorousness of his voice disappearing, leaving him sounding just like every other lifelong professional investor you know. "Who the hell are you?"\n\n"That's my line!" you snap back, so flustered by the strange turn of events that you can't help but feel more aggravated than afraid.\n\n"You're not... William Hildebrant?" the strange specter asks, straightening up and scratching above one of his ears, causing the chains to jangle badly as he does.\n\n"No, I'm Wilhelm Randall! And no one even calls me that!"\n\n"Oh. Oh damn, I'm sorry." The translucent man sighs and rubs his face with one hand, causing more clanking and swaying from his chains. "There's been a mixup, I was supposed to visit Will Hildebrant and warn him that he'd be damned if he didn't turn his life around. I'm in totally the wrong house." He opens a box attached to one of the chains and pulls out what looks like some sort of day planner, flipping through it for a few moments before sighing even more heavily. "Look at this, you're full up too, donations to charity, invested in clean energy tech, you grouped up with some other guys to set up a college tuition foundation, you are definitely not the guy who's supposed to get a Caroling, this is so embarrassing."\n\n"... Right," you murmur, finally setting your gun back in its drawer since this situation seems... both not solvable with it and largely resolved. "So could you, like... just go ahead and leave me alone? I'd offer to show you the door but you apparently don't need it."\n\n"Sorry, no can do."\n\nThat makes you blink. "What?"\n\n"Once this sort of haunting is set in motion... we call it a Caroling in the business... it has to move forward. Even if it's the wrong person, we still have to carry out the full thing with three ghostly visitations."\n\n"That's ludicrous! How'd you even get the wrong person anyway, I thought this whole thing was run by-"\n\n"Two bureaucracies trying to work together," the ghost interrupts, making you instantly go silent, since that explains everything. "Now look, obviously you do not rate an actual Caroling, okay? Normally what'd happen is that I'd have my little 'introductory haunting' and we'd judge the necessary factors off of that, y'know, exactly how much of a full court press we needed to do, but in this case I can arrange something a little different, just so that technically it's been carried out. Now..." He flips forward a few pages in the journal, and pulls a pen out of the binding. "I can either tell the standard three spirits that you're not our guy and to adjust accordingly... they'll still take you to the past, present, and future to view bits of your life, but more, y'know... having fun with it. They have a lot of leeway in where they can go and what they can let you do, more than's typically shown in the original story, so it wouldn't be so bad. Orrrr I can set up an Alternative Visitation."\n\n"Alternative... huh?"\n\n"It's sort of like a 'crash course' in Caroling we do for some of the lesser offenders. Three ghosts representing the Past, Present, and Future do show up, but instead of doing the long elaborate trip to parts of your life they just talk and interact with you. In your case, since you're all good on the helping your fellow man front, I could arrange for it to be a... well, a very friendly visitation, y'know?" He smirks and lifts his fists, shaking his hips in a little 'getting jiggy with it' motion that causes a loud jangling of chain links.\n\nWhile that sounds sort of intriguing, the immediacy of having it proposed by a ghostly middle-aged pervert does sort of dampen the appeal. Still, you're not sure you want to spend what would probably feel to you like several days going through some weird ethereal jaunt through time, either. But you've done enough business to know how bureaucracy goes, and when it's the clashing bureaucracies of Heaven and Hell you doubt you stand a chance. Actually you're a little surprised and grateful that this guy is even able to keep you from just having to experience the entirety of William Hildebrant's Caroling exactly as scripted. \n\nSo, which will it be?\n\n<hr>\n[[The standard visitation.|BuddySpirits1x1]]\n\n[[The alternative visitation.|BuddyAVStart]]

* Fixed some formatting on the Jamie "home product tester" pages that was left over from before the new default colors. There's probably some other passages like that out there, just remind me occasionally if they're not fixed.\n* <b>Main:</b> More of Buddy dealing with the [[Christmas angel|BuddyAngel1x2]] in his living room.\n* <b>Main</b>: After long consideration, I've decided to rewrite Jamie's Pokemon storyline. I don't usually like to trim off old stuff like this, especially when it's been worked on, but the more I thought on it the more limited I felt by the setup. The link to the start of that plotline is [[here|QOPokeStart]] and has new content, as well as a link to the old version just for posterity.\n* <b>Main:</b> Buddy can also request the [[alternative visitation|BuddyDec1x2]] for his Caroling.\n* <b>Main</b>: Actually started on the "[[None|RanXDeb1x1]]" option under the Ranma sim debug that some of you may have noticed appeared a bit back. Because that's what that line needed, another option.\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can now suggest going right to [[Gideon's house|QOGid1x3]] for their weekend.\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can now take the [[different things|HLMai10x4]] from Wiz's collection of devious items. (Incoming poof transformations. Hey, sorry, sometimes they just fit best.)\n* More of the "None" debug option on the Ranma sim. Definitely check out the "go elsewhere" option.\n* More work on the Trikeron sim.

Eh let's just call it a by year. Take it easy, stay in with cookies and a brisket.\n\nWhich of course doesn't mean you don't put some effort in. It's not like you <i>hate</i> Christmas, quite the contrary, you still enjoy the quiet magic of the night somewhere deep in your heart that there's no real accounting for. So up go the lights on the house, some decorations scattered around the inside, and you get a nice tree to put on all your various decorations, including some that are family heirlooms. Ah, your own personal Christmas... not bad, if you say so yourself. \n\n<hr>\n[[Stay in and enjoy your work.|BuddyDec1x1a]]\n\n[[Take a drive, look at all the other lights.|BuddyDec2x1]]

"This is an academic," Sort of. "Trip, not some away game we need luck at," you say in a stern tone. "Let's not waste any more time talking about superstitious nonsense, we've got a long way to drive."\n\nEveryone loads their bags in, Tyrese and Vera both looking mildly put off by your words, though you trust they'll forget it almost immediately. You climb in along with everyone else, and set off for the highway.\n\nWhen you glance in the mirror, you almost feel as if the statue is glaring after you. A shudder runs down your spine, but you diligently suppress it. You don't believe in any of that superstitious nonsense.\n\nThough you find yourself having to say that more than a few times during the drive, as dark clouds roll in and rain begins pouring down.\n\n<hr>\n[[You have angered the spirit of Atticus Crosswall. Events at Goethe Manner will now be shaded heavily towards misfortune! Have a care.|GoetheB1x2]]

You are about to begin your journey through the Devious World. But you can't go out all unformed and gooey (well you could but that might be skipping ahead). \n\nAnd so we begin with the age-old question, so famously asked by one of the greatest minds ever: are you a boy, or a girl?\n\nOh, wait, the Creator's program has grown weak with the age of the world. You will need to start as a boy for this edition and open the other file to start as a girl.\n\n[[Boy.|MaleChargen]]\n

The sound of the battering ram striking against the fortified doors thudded through the room again, and again. The black-clad man glanced at the readout on his rifle, checking the number of rounds left, before looking wryly at the only other person in the room. "They seem pretty serious about getting in, ma'am."\n\n"They do at that." Liana shook her head a little, a slightly rueful grin on her lips. She would have preferred to be wearing the same practical, combat-ready gear as her companion, but that was not her role to play. Sometimes symbols needed to look the part, and her colorful, slightly offbeat outfit was part of that. She had to look the part of representing her family, and more than that representing everything they, and others like them, stood for.\n\n"I'm guessing they're really not pleased with you releasing the entirety of your great-grandfather's works on the viewnet and printnet. Think they're going with the obvious charge of 'disseminating harmful materials' or will it be outright 'sedition'?"\n\n"It doesn't matter." She turned resigned, steeled purple eyes to the doors as they shook again. "In the end, anything representing individuality is the same thing to the administration. Anything that reminds us to think for ourselves, believe in ourselves, inspire us to be ourselves and not just a 'common resource' for the collective use is a threat. Call it whatever charges they like... they'll still have to put me in court. Not much of what I say may make it out, but the very act of it may finally be the call everyone needs."\n\nThe man started to reply, then stopped, brought a hand to his ear. His expression immediately turned from the gallows good humor he'd been pushing to a grim one as he looked at her. "We have to go, this isn't an arrest, it's an assassination."\n\n"What?" Liana blurted, head snapping towards him.\n\n"Your great-grandfather's work is proving too popular with the masses, it's hit them harder than we thought. The administration's already out-and-out killed Hawkins and Pratt in two other 'raids', they're not rounding up seditionists for trial, this is a full-blown purge of artists and academics, we have to get you out of here," he said, turning and hurrying to the hidden escape latch, Liana hurrying along after him. They rushed through the tight corridors as well as they were able, ignoring the early 21st century 'panic room' they passed on the way. "We'll have to cross the courtyard, there was too much activity in the west wing exit," the man murmured in a baleful tone, gesturing his charge into one of the other corridors. He slipped ahead at the exit and carefully opened it up, looking back and forth. "... Alright, looks clear. Hopefully we can get to the underground river tunnel and gone before anyone spots us." Checking Liana's readiness and getting a nod, he shoved the door open and ran across the open yard, the artist close on his heels.\n\nLike wasps pouring from a hive just hit by a rock, grey-green clad forms poured out of every doorway leading into the courtyard the moment they were anywhere close to the center of it. The man cursed and yanked his rifle up, but at over two dozen shouts and demands to put it down, he glanced at Liana and, scowling, lowered the weapon, letting it dangle from its strap as he put his hands up. Liana didn't bother, simply scowling at the helmeted men and women now surrounding her. She swallowed her fear and straightened her back, refusing to give any of them the satisfaction, refusing to even react when she saw one of them with a higher rank insignia smirk before shouting, "SHE'S GOT A WEAPON, SHE'S MAKING A BREAK FOR IT!"\n\nShe expected a chatter of automatic weapons fire, wondering vaguely if they were going to wind up shooting their own by doing it from an encircled position like that. Instead what came was a thunderous, bestial roar unlike anything she'd ever heard before, and yet somehow exactly like she'd imagined dozens of times when she was small and dreaming of fantasy worlds and creatures beyond the real. Helmets and guns yanked upward as something massive descended from the sky, the noon sun glinting off of pearly pink scales and gleaming pearlescent horns and teeth, and then all of it being eclipsed by a gout of iridescent blue flame that washed over one section of soldiers, disintegrating them before they even had time to scream, only those on the very edges whose guaranteed fireproof uniforms immediately blazed to life and left them flailing and shrieking.\n\nNow the guns were chattering, and a sound like ten thousand crystal vases ringing with the impact of pebbles filled the courtyard as the thing beat its wings and turned, washing more blue fire over more soldiers. The one that had shouted that Liana had a weapon turned, tried to abandon the others to run, but the immense creature dove down into the closing walls of its own flames. Liana watched entranced as a sleek, elegant head raised on a long neck, the commander howling with abject terror held in its jaws, one last shriek of surprise ringing out as it was tossed into the air with a flick of the head, before an impossibly long tongue wrapped around its waist and yanked it inside the open maw, all sound cutting off as the jaws closed and the head ducked back into the wall of shining blue fire.\n\nLiana and her guardian were now the only things left alive in the courtyard, both of them standing numb with shock. 'It doesn't even feel hot, it's... tingly, like holding your hand above a fresh soda,' she thought a little distantly as she watched a dark silhouette start to emerge from the flames.\n\nWhat came out was not a gigantic monster of legend, but... a man. A slender, pretty man, dressed flamboyantly and over a century out of style, with pink hair and eyes, jacket slumped off of slender shoulders. He flicked his hair away from his eyes with slender fingers as he approached, then smiled at her. "Hey there. What's your name?"\n\n"... Liana," she said after a moment, since certainly that's who she was. For some reason, whatever neurons firing in her stunned brain, she felt compelled to add, "I... was named after my grandfather."\n\n"Heh." The stranger shook his head, looking down briefly, his smile shifting to a longing one for the barest flicker of a moment. "Yeah. Yeah, that figures."\n\n"What..." Was that rude? Was 'What are you?' rude? Somehow it felt wrong anyway. Liana licked her lips, raised a hand slightly as if to touch the stranger, hesitated. "... <i>Who</i> are you?"\n\n"I'm a friend of the family," he answered, raising his head to smile at her again. "And I'm here to do right by someone I love. So..." He raised his own hand, offering his palm to her. "Let's do right by him, shall we?"\n\nLiana stared at him, and suddenly her mind flashed to something... one of her great-grandfather's lesser-known works, from later in his life, not long before he died. Even his most ardent fans tended to call it 'simplistic' and 'self-indulgent', but it had always been one of her favorites. A beautiful man with fantastical horns growing from his forehead, staring at the viewer with a sad smile as shining tears ran down his face.\n\nA face in front of her right now.\n\n"... Yes," Liana said softly, raising her hand further, and then laying it in that of her namesake's namesake. "Let's do right by him."\n\n<b>Liam's Treasure</b> end - <i>A dragon's love is forever</i>

-Update 1-\n*<b>Main:</b> More Farmster Girl World, which will now have its own [[set of update notes|FGWUpdateNotes]].\n-Update 2-\n*<b>Main:</b> Looks like Waifu Ranma is [[back on the menu|RanPP1x1]], boys!\n*<b>Main:</b> Helen can now take the job at Aspareth's School.

"C'mon, my man, let's head on inside," you declare, clapping Evan on the shoulder and guiding him into the living room, ignoring his repeated glances back at the man fucking, and then obviously cumming in, the Fuckbox.\n\nOf course at the moment there's not a lot to do in the main area. The lights are going full effect, and the air is full of dark, gothic, vaguely pornographic music. But you pour him a drink and nudge him over to the couch. Clearly you're going to have to do something to get him enjoying himself, or what kind of host would you be?\n\nPeople start arriving fairly quickly after that, trickling in in ones and twos and threes, with all of the men of course being obliged (not that it takes a lot for most of them) to use the Fuckbox, pumping away at it and dumping their loads inside, some of them being gently encouraged not to take too much time since others are waiting to get in.\n\nBut at the moment a small line of men has formed at the box, so you're a little glad when you answer the door and it's a pair of women. Specifically, Ruka and Mikki, a married couple. You greet them and bid them enter in your Satan Voice, noting as you do that they don't seem to have adhered to theme. Instead, they've dressed up as Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn, Ruka's hair dyed a bright shock red and her body painted green, the one-piece she's wearing patterned with leaves and little vines, while Mikki has gone with the less classic and more currently popular version of her character, featuring pigtails, dual-color hotpants, and a 'Daddy's Little Monster' T-shirt. The invitations didn't say that everyone <i>had</i> to dress for Hell, but the obvious departure does rankle you just a little. Then you smirk as you realize that this is the perfect opportunity... you can "punish" Ruka and Mikki with your first order to them, and cheer up a certain sad-sack at the same time.\n\nA minute or so later, the lesbian couple is on their knees in front of Evan, suckling his no longer particularly sad sack. Now devoid of his leather pants, Evan moans as the two women continue to tongue and suck his balls obediently to your order. Evan does know them, and it's not like their costumes particularly hide their faces... so he has to know that he's having his balls mouth-worshiped by a pair of the biggest lesbians in town. They are, however, the biggest pair of 'we follow the rules of the party organizer' lesbians in town, so since you commanded them to be Evan's fuckpets for the next hour at least, they're going to take care of him, you've little doubt. Despite their lack of experience and equal lack of actual desire for cock, both of them seem determined not to disobey the Master of the evening, and you watch as Mikki moves up to start kissing and licking around the base of Evan's cock, leaving smears of dark, whorish lipstick there, while Runa nuzzles her way under his balls and starts doing something she perhaps has a little more experience with, tonguing and sucking his asshole.\n\nSeeing that you've got Evan squared away for now, you make your way back to the entry. The line is down to just one guy in a skimpy vampire costume, currently pulling his cum-smeared prick out of the Fuckbox. You order him to spend some time on door duty, then move up behind the little installation. The Fuckbox's pussy is already covered rather thoroughly with cum below the black expanse of the tape securing its asshole. The plump olive lips are smeared with white, and the pink hole itself gapes lightly, from the simple fact of being fucked over and over in rapid succession over the last twenty minutes. (Naturally things are likely to slow down once most of the invitees are here, but you expect the Fuckbox to be a popular attraction all night long.) And what a shame, you, the host, have yet to experience it! Smirking, you stroke your big crimson cock, already nice and stiff from watching the pair of gay women suck cock at your command, and then step in and push yourself into the cummy, dripping cunt jutting from the black wooden box.\n\nThe inside is fully soundproofed (though you made sure there's an air supply running into it from below and a vent in the back where it's attached to the wall), and so you can't hear a sound from the box's occupant, and the combination of the restraints and padding make sure that there's no movement other than the pussy walls shuddering and clenching around your big red prick. It really is like the occupant has been transformed into nothing but a wet and willing pussy jutting out of a box, and smirking wickedly you begin pumping and thrusting your hips, baring your fangs and even tossing your horned head, really getting into the feel of being Satan making use of one of the damned souls he's condemned to sweet torment.\n\nSeveral times over the next few hours, you revisit the Fuckbox, nominally to make sure that everything seems on the up-and-up, partly to make sure no one's tried to remove the tape, and always making sure to dump a load in it each time. Eventually however, you do wonder whatever became of Evan, Ruka, and Mikki, since you haven't seen them on your last few passes through the main party areas. Of course the entire downstairs is open for use, including the bedrooms, so you go looking and soon find them in one of those. Apparently even after their initial hour was up, Ruka and Mikki decided to stick with Evan... perhaps indulging some developing humiliation fetish of being fucked by a man despite their preferences. Or perhaps it has something to do with the mostly empty bottle of Fireball laying on its side next to the passed-out Mikki. Evan is on top of Ruka, pumping away at her pussy in unsteady thrusts, obviously barely holding it together due to his own inebriation, Ruka's green-painted body on full display as she writhes and bucks her hips towards him, trying to get more satisfaction. Even as you watch, Evan's uneven thrusts make him slip out, cock sliding along Ruka's smooth emerald crotch before he spills his load all over her flat belly, moaning and gasping, before he topples over next to Mikki, equally passed-out.\n\nYou can't help but snicker quietly to yourself at the mingled look of relief and consternation on Ruka's green face. From the way her hand wanders down and she starts playing with her clit, Evan's fucking her clearly got her worked up but didn't get her off. Well, what sort of host would you be if you didn't fix that? You saunter in, not bothering to close the door behind you or announce yourself, instead just leaning down and tucking your big horned head between her legs, starting to lick and suck. Ruka obviously paid for the same quality body paint you did, because as you tug gently at her outer lips, the green paint doesn't smear at all, nor do the colors mingle as she slides her hands up your forehead and grabs your hair, moaning as she starts fucking her pussy against your invading tongue. Only once you're sure she's already worked close to the edge do you raise up and slide your big red cock into that eager green pussy... Christmas might not cum early, but it will cum eventually, you think to yourself with another chuckle as you begin pounding away at the writhing, bucking lesbian beneath you as she moans and begs for your cock.\n\nAnd hey, by your measure, that makes this a pretty successful party!\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|BuddyOct4axEnd]]

"Oh? A treat?" the witch says, actually seeming amused now.\n\n"W-well, like you said, right? 'Trick <i>or</i> treat'? But that's just two tricks, s-so isn't there some sort of treat I could give you to make up for what I said?" you offer hurriedly.\n\nThe two of them exchange a much more thoughtful glance this time, their eyes starting to sparkle. "You know, it <i>has</i> been a while since we had a toy to do whatever we want with," the catgirl notes, her tail flicking and hips wiggling excitedly.\n\n"That's true, and Halloween is a good night to go all-out with playing around," the witch agrees, tapping her wand against her cheek. Then she points it at you, making you twitch a little in expectation. "Alright, you, listen up. The 'treat' you give us to make up for your behavior is going to be that you do everything we say until dawn. You disobey, you resist orders or my spells in any way, you don't play along properly, and instead of just giving you a one-night punishment I'll curse you however I like. That's the deal, what do you say?"\n\n... Well at this point it honestly sounds like the other options might be off the table anyway, and she does still sort of have you magically frozen anyway, so. "Deal."\n\n"Good!" Smirking, the witch steps back a bit and snaps her fingers, the sensation of your body being frozen stiff dissipating. "Now, get up. And off with the clothes."\n\nYou blush a bit, but at this point you're fairly well cowed, so you stand up and start to undress. You try not to pay too much attention as the catgirl turns and saunters over to the entertainment center, bending over with her tail lifted and effectively bare ass in the air, wiggling her hips and showing off her furry white crotch as she puts on some upbeat Halloween-ish music. Still, between her and the general sexiness of the two, by the time you push down your pants and underwear, your cock's stiff and jutting out ahead of you, giving a slight twitch as the catgirl makes her way back over, tits bouncing merrily with her walk.\n\n"Ohhh, is someone looking forward to giving out treats now?" the witch teases, making you blush a bit more. "Well lay down on your back, and we'll see!"\n\nNodding, you settle to the floor and lay down on your back, both girls moving to stand over you. At this angle you can see up into the shadows of the witch's skirt, the darkness not quite enough to conceal her bare, smooth pussy. And of course the catgirl's body looks even more bare and her tits bigger as seen from below. Their eyes go to your cock as it twitches visibly at the view, before the witch smirks. "I don't think you're going to be needing that for a little while, so why don't we juuuust...?"\n\nYour eyes widen as she flicks her wand again, before your gaze snaps to your cock as it glows purple... and starts to shrink. It, and your balls, rapidly grow smaller until it's probably barely two inches long, albeit still jutting up stiffly as if begging for attention with all its tiny might.\n\n"Awwww, it's cuuuuute," the catgirl declares mockingly with a snicker as she settles atop your legs, poking her tongue out at your teenie weenie as if it were teasing the short kid in class.\n\n"Don't worry, it's not permanent," the witch declares smugly. "And by that I mean I can cast a growing spell later. If I feel like it. Now, why don't we see if you can put other parts of you to use?" she continues, stepping to put her feet on either side of your head, then lowering herself down. Her skirt descends over your head, draping on your chest and all around you like a curtain, just enough light making it through the fabric that you can see the faint outline of her crotch as she settles it above your lower face. Her pussy looks entirely smooth and quite trim, and she gives her hips a little wiggle as she says, "Well, go on! Treat me!"\n\n<hr>\n[[... Lick lick.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[... Lick slurp kiss slurp.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[... Lap.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[... OMNOMNOMNOMNOM!|BuddyOct]]

To be honest, you've always had a rather cold and calculating streak to you. You've just carefully hidden it away, having felt that a cordial and gentlemanly demeanor would take you further. And it has served you well... you've attained the respect and goodwill of your coworkers, a lovely family, and numerous friends. But at thirty-eight, you feel you could have so much <i>more</i>. \n\nSo you've resolved to be more ruthless, and to do whatever it takes to get whatever you want. It's a remarkably easy decision... almost from the moment you make it you feel a calm settle over you, a sort of cool sensation that evens your thoughts and quiets your worries. From now on you're going to do as you like, and make the world yours.\n\nHm. But there's two aspects of life you could focus your newfound coinsciencelessness on. Do you turn your attention to...\n\n<hr>\n[[... your family?|DavidColdFam1x1]]\n\n[[... your career?|DavidColdWork1x1]]

-Update 1-\n* <b>Main:</b> Lionman Jamie can [[grab the bags|QOLion1x1]] of the fleeing bank robbers.\n* <b>Main:</b> After accepting his help, Gwyn can now tell Marius he's [[looking for something different|Gwyn6x1]].\n-Update 2-\n* Lion-Jamie can now approach the car instead of walking off.\n* <b>Main:</b> After agreeing to help, Cyan can now [[accept combat training|GGSG1x1]] so she can accompany WP-Zed.\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can now order the [[Servabeam|QONile5x1]] with his Nile gift card.\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can use the Spinjob app to make his mother [[obedient|QONile3x3]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can now [[go with Leanna|QOSchool2x1]] when she adopts him.\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can choose the [[Dragonfruit Devil|QOHPT6x1]] Zoo Juice Soda.\n-Update 3-\n* <b>Main:</b> Layla can [[just put up with|MeanFarmStart]] Jasmine after being sent to the farm. Also, after choosing to brag on herself, several of the options are open.\n-Update 4-\n* More Layla stuff.\n* <b>Main:</b> The [[Trikeron scenario|RanDeb6x2]] has new observations of the invasion, and if you've turned him into a harem boi Ranma is now visible in the harem.

"W-well, you know, since... since I'm already in this position, and... l-lubed up," you murmur, embarrassed but pressing forward. "If... if you really want someone to help you test them, then I... guess we could keep going..."\n\n"That's the spirit!" Liam declares, making a 'go team!' swing of a fist, then snickering. "Alright, so! Do you want to try bigger, or more interesting?"\n\n"Um."\n\n"I mean there's a lot of choices, can't try them all. Well not in one day. I've got some bigger ones that are still based on regular cocks, and I've got some more <i>interesting</i> ones for variety. Which one do you want to try?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Bigger.|GwynLiam]]\n\n[[More interesting.|GwynLiam1x8]]

The desire to just gulp it down is irresistable. Throwing your head back, you start gulping the soda down, the glaring color sliding past your lips and filling your mouth with the taste of something that could only be described as "generically citrus" and yet powerfully so, not to mention that it definitely has that elusive extra "kick" that made the Zoo sodas so distinctive!\n\nAlmost from the second the stuff hits your tongue, your body begins to change. Your muscles swell and bulge, quickly pushing through your natural layer of flab and beginning to show definition even under your shirt and pants. Equally unnoticed, so focused are you on the flavor overload going on in your mouth, is that your hair color changes, starting from the roots and sweeping outward, your unremarkable brown locks turning that same shocking yellow as the soda, as well as beginning to grow thicker and longer.\n\nBy the time you've finished the glass and dropped it, panting from having gulped the whole thing down without pausing to breathe, your clothes are already straining under the expansion of your muscles and your gradually increasing height, your t-shirt having pulled up over your stomach some and developing rips across your broad chest. You grab the cloth with your thickened fingers and tear the shirt away, shredding it from your newly impressive and still expanding musculature, which is now starting to develop a layer of fine white hair.\n\nAs caught up as you are in the amazing feeling of growing more powerful in pure muscle, you can't help but give a hiss of satisfaction as you feel and see other changes happening down below. Your cock and balls are swelling within your jeans, starting to push insistently out against the fabric, the zipper already straining under their growth. Resisting the urge to reach down and do anything about it, somehow enjoying the tightness and restriction (since you know just what they mean), you instead reach up and run your fingers through your thick (and now literal) mane of wild yellow hair.\n\nBetween your legs growing longer, thicker, and your ass going from flat to full and cut, it's not long before the added strain of your growing cock is too much for your jeans. The button and zipper give up the ghost with a quiet *krak*, your now snowy-white shaft spilling free and wobbling half-hard in front of you. As your balls grow over the edge of the fly, the jeans being turned into so many tatters anyway, your cock continues to grow, getting thicker and longer, the head flattening and spreading out to turn into a flare. It's not the only thing getting longer, your face stretching forward, shifting into a thick, rounded muzzle with soft nostrils and an almost beardlike stubble along the underside of the chin.\n\nFinally giving in, you grab your cock with both hands and start pumping it, grunting and whinnying lowly at the amazing feel, both the pleasure of stroking it and the way it throbs so powerfully against your fingers. You jerk yourself with both hands, having plenty of room despite how large your hands have grown, as your face finishes changing and your hide grows in completely, the thicker tufts of fur around your wrists and ankles growing in as your feet shift, first raising you up onto the balls of them before your toenails grow out, turning black and overcoming your lower feet completely, becoming shiny dark hooves.\n\nWith a loud, exultant whinny, you orgasm at the same time you finish changing into a seven and a half foot tall Clydesdale-man. Your massive horsecock pulses and shudders in your hands as it fires long streams of cum hard enough to hit the wall of the chamber, spattering and oozing down into a sizeable puddle just from those first few shots. And it just keeps coming and coming, though gradually the shots go shorter and shorter distances, until your cock finally angles down somewhat and starts making a puddle right in front of your hooves.\n\nDazed, you almost don't notice as a previously unseen door slides open in the wall of the chamber, not too far from where you painted the wall. An odd-looking woman enters... somewhat slender but big-breasted, with porcelain-pale skin and white hair despite looking like she's in her late twenties at most. She's wearing an extremely tight black bodysuit under a long white labcoat that almost brushes her ankles, left open in front as if it were more about fashion or declaration than protecting her clothing. The oddest thing about her is her eyes... big and dark, you get the same sort of look from looking at them as you did when looking at the camera lens.\n\n"Hm. Serum 47-B still seems subject to the same metamorphic properties. Further Science is obviously required." Her voice is definitely the one you heard earlier, flat and rather sardonic as she draws a small tablet computer out of one of the labcoat's pockets and starts making notes. Her voice snaps you back to reality somewhat, and you stare down at your changed body with amazement and horror. All this from drinking a soda?! Then she draws your attention as she speaks. "In any event, please do not panic. Panicking hardly ever makes for good Science. Except for those Panic Studies we did in the eighties. We will address your issues immediately," she continues, replacing the tablet and drawing what looks like some sort of injecter gun out of the other pocket before she begins to approach you.\n \n<hr>\n[[They can cure you? Good!|MikeAppSoda2x1]]\n\n[[Actually, fuck this bitch.|MikeAppSoda1x4]]

'Citrus Clydesdale'? Wouldn't that be the same as lemon-lime? Plus, the actual sounds of those two words are different, it doesn't even fit the theme? You make a mental note to write in some comments for the marketing team on whatever form they have you fill out afterwards.\n\nYou pick up the can and take a look at it. The horse mascot is wearing a football uniform and helmet tailored for its form and smashing through a line of human linemen. Trying to cash in on a certain beer company's associations? Still, you have to admit that the massive muscular Clydesdale destroying its enemies might be appealing to kids who were into sports... or were trying to feel tough. Shrugging, you pop the tab, and instantly the scent clues you in on the actual flavor profile of this one. You don't even have to see the bright nuclear yellow color as you pour it into one of the glasses to know what name brand it's trying to imitate. Well, from the smell alone it looks like they've succeeded.\n\nBeing both broke and often in need of mild stimulants, you're certainly well aware of the numerous knockoff variations of this particular beverage. As you raise the glass and give it another sniff, you have to admit there's something that's somehow... alluring about this one. You're not sure how else to put it. The lemony underaroma, the feel of the smell hitting your nostrils almost like powdered sugar blowback, the screaming yellow color, all of it rolls together to create an almost hypnotic effect that ensnares your senses and has you laser-focused on the glass. Hell, like this, they can break the theme all you want, just holding it is borderline addictive!\n\n<hr>\n[[Sip it like a good taster.|MikeAppSodaPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Screw that, guzzle it down!|MikeAppSoda1x3]]

Man, you have to admit you're actually kind of eager to try the soda now. There was something about them that was really unique, some little "whang" to the flavor that you've never found any other fruit-flavored soda to have. You even looked it up online once and apparently there are a ton of recipes online where people have tried to mix other sodas together or add certain stuff to them, but most of it seemed like way too much trouble to you. (Okay, you tried one, the bit where you add lime jello mix to a certain brand of diet cherry soda. That stain on the ceiling ruined any hopes of getting your deposit back on that apartment.)\n\nFor the first time today you're more cheerful than anything else as you carry the clipboard back towards the desk, the female voice instructing you to just slide the papers into a slot visible on the surface. It's quiet for a moment, before the voice answers, "Oh my, are you sure you're grown up enough to do Science? No, it's fine, I'm kidding. You're just the target audience we're hoping to reach with these sodas."\n\nA door slides open in the wall, and you walk through. This chamber is pretty much completely empty... the same white tile on the floor, walls, and ceiling, and not a stick of furniture is visible. In fact the only thing in the room besides you is a visible camera device in one corner, whirring quietly as it makes minor movements to follow your motions. You jump a little as part of the floor in the center of the room slides open, and a rectangular pillar rises up to roughly waist height, a row of colorful cans and a matching row of clear plastic glasses that look like they were designed in the seventies resting atop it.\n\n"It has been surprisingly difficult recreating the specific flavor of these carbonated sugar drinks, even with the vast array of Science at our command," the female voice announces in an almost disheartened tone. "FDA restrictions are harsher than they used to be, and don't even get me started on the EPA. 'No, that species of insect is critically endangered, you can't put it in soda'. But we wanted to breed them, how is that a bad thing if they're endangered?"\n\nThe camera whirs and refocuses slightly, as if noticing that you're staring at it. You and the lens regard one another in silence for a few seconds, before the voice continues. "Anyhoo. Don't worry, I promise there's nothing with more than five legs in these. Though we have had to get rather... creative. But what's Science without a little bit of throwing chemicals in a cyclotron and seeing what explodes? Please feel free to choose a soda to begin with at your leisure. But not too much leisure, we only have so much time and quite a lot of Science to do."\n\nYour enthusiasm having been significantly dinged but not entirely destroyed, you walk over to the table and look at the row of cans. Yeah, some of these you definitely remember... [[Grape Gorilla|MikeAppSodaPlaceholder]], [[Orange Octopus|MikeAppSodaPlaceholder]], [[Pink Pig|MikeAppSodaPlaceholder]] (bubblegum flavor, if you recall correctly), [[Lemon-Lime Lion|MikeAppSodaPlaceholder]], [[Cherry Cheetah|MikeAppSodaPlaceholder]], and what you think was probably one of the last of the original line, [[Wildberry Wolf|MikeAppSodaPlaceholder]] (with a flavor that can be best described as "blue"). Some of these you're not sure of... new flavors? Special releases from other countries? But you see [[Dragonfruit Devil|MikeAppSodaPlaceholder]], [[Guarana Gator|MikeAppSoda3x1]], [[Chocolate Chipmunk|MikeAppSodaPlaceholder]], and [[Citrus Clydesdale|MikeAppSoda1x2]].\n\nOf course, there is one thing you always loved to do with soda when you were a kid, and seeing all those cans and cups lined up in a nice, neat row suddenly brings the desire to do it again roaring back with a near-insane desire... you could [[mix a bunch together in one glass|MikeAppSodaPlaceholder]] and gulp it down in an orgy of disgustingly mingled flavors and ultimate sugar rush!

That pussy just looks way too perfect and pink for you to not want to destroy it with the swaying white monster you've got between your legs now. Keeping her head shoved down with one hand, you use the other to aim your cock, rubbing the broad, flared head up and down her slit, parting the plump little lips slightly each time.\n\n"Ah! Ah, oh wait!" she gasps out, some of those moans definitely pleasured (as you could guess by some of the wetness clinging to your cockhead after your rubbing). "Wait, I'm currently set 'breeding:yes', you really mustn't-!"\n\nAlas, her resistance only makes your penis harder, and with a decidedly smug-sounding whinny, you shove forward, making her scream as you stuff a good twelve inches into her at one go. Of course, the fact that her pussy immediately starts squeezing and rippling around you says she probably came the moment you did it, so there's that. Moving both your hands to her slender waist, you start yanking her back against each thrust, quickly hilting inside of her. You really start pounding her for all you're worth, somehow not caring if you break her... you're too busy enjoying the feel of her pussy clenching and tight and wet around you, and seeing her still black-clad tits bounce and sway around under her.\n\nWith your height and strength, you can basically just use the poor little scientist like a literal cocksleeve, mostly yanking her back and forth along your length like a masturbation aid, barely having to thrust your hips at all. Still, thrusting gives you the satisfying impact of your big stony hips against her round yielding ass, and the feel of your balls swinging forward to slap against the front of her crotch. From the little bit of a squeal she gives each time there's that particular ball-slapping sound, her clit is getting a good smack every time it happens, besides being stimulated by her pussy being stretched so wide... a form of abuse she doesn't seem to mind at all, from the way her cunt keeps giving regular gushes of wetness around you every few thrusts.\n\nYou take your time with her this time around... you get the sense you could probably go all day anyway, but you are on your third load and it's granted you a bit more staying power. Besides, you enjoy watching her sort of degenerate the longer you fuck her. At first it's all squeals and gasps and occasional pleas to stop because you're sure to impregnate her at this rate. Then it shifts to simply lots of moaning and whimpering and occasional little yowls as she cums particularly hard. Then she gets vocal again, in decidedly unscientific language, begging you to fuck her more, fuck her harder, give her more of that big animal cock and knock her little whore pussy up with your foals, which you particularly enjoy.\n\nIt's when she goes non-verbal again, her eyes rolled up all the way and her lips curved in a brainless smile, tongue lolled out and her breathing coming out as almost hysterical laughter that you finally decide she's had enough. Well, almost enough. Giving a short, neighlike grunt, you shove forward and grind your hips against her ass, making sure to get in as deep as you can before unleashing the load you've been holding back. You're not sure at this point who's getting off more on knowing that the feel of the hot, wet flood inside her is impregnating her, at this point... you or her. Because she certainly gives a yowl of pure joy as you pump her full of horsespunk, her whole body shuddering. Her belly swells up even bigger than before... this one's been building for a little while and might actually be bigger than the other two combined. Her stomach gets larger and larger, wobbling as it gets bigger, finally splitting the fabric of the bodysuit and allowing her bellybutton to press against the floor of the testing chamber.\n\nYou wait a few moments once you notice it's not getting any bigger, then slowly pull out, your cock wobbling and swaying, dripping a thick mixture of girlcum and horsecum. Her once pristine and perfect pink pussy is now gaping wide, somewhat reddened from being stretched so far, a steady flow of white oozing along the bottom of it to dribble onto the floor. She pants and gasps a few times, then manages a few shaky words.\n\n"I think... I think we're going to make beautiful Science babies together... if... if that's alright with you..."\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|MikeAppSoda1xEnd]]

You narrow your eyes in distrust as the white-skinned woman approaches... maybe it's just the fact that you're apparently dealing with people that knew they were asking you to test some sort of mutagen they were trying to hawk as soda, but you don't trust her. Of course, as you notice the slight jiggles of her breasts under the bodysuit, your distrust turns into a different sort of emotion, still aimed squarely at the woman in front of you.\n\nYour slightly flagging cock swells back to full mast, apparently unnoticed by the woman as she moves close to you and reaches up to bring the injecter to your arm. Moving with newfound speed, you grab the device and yank it from her grip, throwing it across the room to smash against the wall. Before she can do much more than yelp in shock, you grab her and force her to her knees in front of you, your cock slapping against the side of her head before you draw back and align it with her mouth.\n\n"Wait! This isn't good SciHGLRK!" she tries to protest just before you roughly shove the flared head of your prick past her white lips and force it forward and down her throat, mercilessly pushing forward without any real care for her safety. Something tells you she can take it. Gripping her head firmly, you get a good half of your immense horsecock down her throat before you even start thrusting, half working your powerful hips and half moving her head back and forth. She raises delicate white hands to shove at your hips, even giving a few little thumps of a fist against one, before she seems to realize it's futile and just resting her hands on your thighs, as if to help her keep balance.\n\nHer dark eyes are rolled up to look at you as you rape her pretty face, and you smirk wickedly down at her with your horselike face, somehow hoping they're recording everything just like the cameras they resemble. Then you begin really fucking her mouth, shoving her all the way down to the root before starting to pump back and forth. Her lips drag along your length as you haul her back and then shove forward, your huge heavy balls swinging forward to slap at the front of her bulged-out throat. Her eyes roll up further, going from looking at your face to almost disappearing into her head, her quags and grunts almost inaudible over the wet slurping noise and the sound of heavy horseballs hitting skin.\n\nYou whinny and snort, tossing your head occasionally, but mostly trying to focus down on the look on her face, previously so haughty and distant, but now with those rolled-up eyes, bulged cheeks tears streaking down her cheeks and leaving dark mascara trails, and drool making a mess of her chin. The lewd sight of it just spurs you on, and you start thrusting faster and faster, until finally you yank her in and shove her head down, grinding her pert little nose against your crotch as you whinny loudly, firing a second load directly into her belly. Her stomach quickly swells and grows under the material of the bodysuit, going from perfectly flat to swollen as if she were a few months pregnant in a matter of moments.\n\nYanking your cock out leaves her coughing and gasping, her body shaking slightly from the intensity of the experience you just forced on her. "This... what Science is this...?" she asks hoarsely, her tone indicating she's probably too out-of-it to even know what she's saying. Smirking and deciding you like the "degraded and humiliated" look on her, you grip your cock with one hand and aim it at her, taking a moment to internally relax a few muscles before releasing a bright yellow stream that splashes right against her face and her open, gasping mouth. She yelps, jerking a bit, reflexively closing her mouth and swallowing. "Ah... Serum 47-B," she notes in a detached tone, not resisting any further as you hose her down with a constant stream of citrus-flavored soda piss.\n\nBy the time you're done, her hair is soaked and matted against her head, the lab coat is stained and dripping, and it looks like the bodysuit is almost as soaked as if she'd stepped into a shower (other than a golden one, that is). Giving a satisfied snort, you move behind her and grab at the labcoat, yanking and tugging to get it off of her, the defeated scientist allowing herself to be manipulated as if she were a doll. Tossing the soaked white garment away, you put her back on her knees and push her forward, shoving her piss-damp cheek against the floor before using your other hand to rip away the crotch of her bodysuit, revealing a pale, soft pink pussy and equally pristine-looking pucker.\n\n<hr>\n[[Fuck her right in the pussy.|MikeAppSoda1x5]]\n\n[[Dat ass.|MikeAppSodaPlaceholder]]

The dreaded issue that Lita has been on for awhile. You've been avoiding it because of the serious, long-term disruption it might have the ability to do to your life. Frankly, you'd just rather avoid it, but obviously you're going to have to address the fact that she...\n\n<hr>\n[[... wants a dog.|JackGD1x1]]\n\n[[... thinks you should talk to your ex.|JackGirl]]\n\n[[... wants sex.|JackGirl]]

Your name is Michael, and you're a sixteen-year-old male. Dark-haired and blue-eyed, your good looks, upright demeanor, and contributions to the community have made you adored by young and old alike (except the people that, y'know, hate that sort of thing or write you off as just a meathead jock who is clearly oppressing them with your existence).\n\nSummer vacation has begun, and you now need to pick how you'll be spending it.\n\n[[Football Camp|ASFootballStart]] - An optional trip, but one encouraged by the coach. Plus it should be fun, there'll be lots of other players there, be nice to socialize outside of game time when you're expecting to try and knock each other's blocks off soon.\n\n[[Family visit|ASVisitStart]] - Your uncle and namesake has said he'd really enjoy having you come out and join him on a camping trip. You haven't seen much of him in a few years, it would be nice to reconnect.\n\n[[Youth Without Borders|ASBordersStart]] - A charity organization for young people that combines a chance to travel to (largely) safe areas of other countries and do some good. Sort of vacation and helping others all in one.\n\n[[Time off|ASOffStart]] - Hey, no one said that you had to do anything. You've worked hard all year... no one will really begrudge you taking some time to just enjoy yourself.

"No! This is crazy, and you're an asshole, Kristov!" you snap out, huffing as you turn away from him, intending to march to your bedroom and find some actual clothing.\n\nYou yelp as he's suddenly grabbing one of your wrists, twisting your arm up behind your back painfully, forcing you up almost onto tiptoe. He pushes you forward, making you scuttle along into the living room instead, where he shoves you forward over one of the waist-high cabinets containing video games and consoles, your tits slapping down against the hard wooden surface. You squirm and buck furiously, then yelp as he delivers a hard slap to one of your asscheeks, making it jiggle.\n\n"Have you lost your <i>mind</i>?!" you shriek in indignation, trying to kick at him a few times, only to yelp repeatedly as he delivers a few more stinging but almost offhanded-seeming slaps to your ass.\n\n"Please," Kristov snorts derisively, his reflection in the TV showing you that he's unlacing his pants. "You wanted me to rape you, that's why you called me over."\n\n"You're crazy!" you snarl, planting your free hand against the top of the cabinet and trying to shove up, accomplishing little with your struggles other than shaking your now handprint-marked ass at him. "First of all, I'm a <i>guy</i>!"\n\n"You look like a sexy fat-titted bitch with a wet pussy to me now," Kristov sneers as he draws out a very long, very thick, very stiff cock and slaps it against your ass a few times, before shifting his hand down to start rubbing at your pussy, making you gasp lightly. "Yeah, look at this wet pussy hungry for my cock. You knew what I'm like, but you called me over, then you fucking stripped for me because now that you're a woman you wanted to get bent over and put in your place," he continues, as if it were all so clear, his hand continuing to rub and occasionally lightly slap your pussy, the wet noises reaching your ears as you writhe and gasp and give little shrieks at the impacts.\n\n"N-no," you protest, but it sounds weak even in your own ears. You give your head a firm shake of denial, trying to repeat it, make him believe it as if that would make any difference. "No, no, I'm a guy, Kristov, please, I'm a guy, I don't like coooAHHHHHH!" You toss your head back, crying out in pleasure as his thick prick begins sliding into your wet sheath, your pussy grasping eagerly at him and trying to suck him inside. He just keeps going, pushing more into you, spreading you open and pushing deeper, like he's going to hit right into the core of you. And then you can feel his strong, still leather-clad hips pressing against your ass before he begins rocking back and forth, fucking you slowly at first with about half his length on every thrust, rocking you forward lightly against the console. "Ffffuck, fuck, ah, fffuck," you whimper, your eyes rolling a little.\n\n"Yeah, that's right, that's what you want, isn't it, cunt?" Kristov practically purrs now, squeezing your ass roughly and giving it another stinging slap between thrusts. "I bet that whole hour without getting a cock in this pussy and thinking you were a person was agonizing for a little fucktoy like you. Don't worry, I'm here now to put you in your place, and you love it, don't you?"\n\nYou open your mouth to reply, but all that comes out is a slutty gasping noise, which only ratchets up into a louder moan as he begins thrusting faster, your tits pressing against the wood with every slap of his hips against your ass. "F-fuck, fuck... I love cock," you whimper. "I love your cock, Kristov, rape me, please!" you beg, starting to jerk your hips back towards him.\n\n"Mm, don't worry, cunt, I'm gonna rape this worthless little hole between your legs, then I'm gonna rape that fat ass for you, too," Kristov replies smugly, really starting to drive into you now, smirking more broadly as your moans and gasps turn into whorish squeals of delight. "Yeah, that's right, cum around my prick, you pathetic piece of meat," he adds as you start doing just that, your tongue jutting out of your mouth and dripping a few lines of spit onto the cabinet surface. A few thrusts later he grunts and presses in hard, dumping his load inside you, making you cum again, your whole body trembling hard.\n\nHe pulls out of you a moment later, and without hesitation leans down to hook his arms under your knees and haul you into the air. He presses you back against his chest, folding you practically double as he slides his hands behind your head, effectively pinning your arms to your sides with the position, turning you into even more of his fucktoy to use as he pleases. And he does just that, pushing your ass down onto his thick cock, your eyes rolling again as you're pushed down onto him like a rubber dicksleeve. Your tongue lolls out and your lips curl up in an idiotic smile as he begins pumping you onto his prick, using you to get himself off, your tits jiggling merrily where they're framed between your upraised legs. You even have a nice view of your completely helpless position and your completely whorish expression in the reflection of the TV!\n\nOnce Kristov's used your ass as a cumdump after wringing another three orgasms out of you, he practically dumps you onto the floor, leaving you to sprawl on all fours, cum still dripping from both your pussy and ass. You shift on all fours to face him and, without a word, lean up and start to adoringly suck at the cock that was just in your ass, stroking your fingers along it while working as much of it as you can into your mouth.\n\n"So now, cunt, you know your place," Kristov grunts as he looks down at you. "So tell me, what is your place?"\n\nYou drag your tongue up the underside of his cock, looking up at him worshipfully as you reply,\n\n<hr>\n[["I'm your whore."|BuddyOct]]\n\n[["I'm your property."|BuddyOct]]\n\n[["I'm your bitch."|BuddyOct]]\n\n[["I'm a piece of fuckmeat."|BuddyOct]]

Deciding to take a more idle approach to hanging out at a party, you make your way over to the viewing area and find a couch to flump down on. At a slight squeak from the side, you blink and look over across the middle cushion and realize Mariko is actually sitting on the opposite end of the couch. Wow, you didn't even realize she was there, she has like... no presence when she's all curled up on herself like that. "Oh, uh, sorry, am I crowding you?" you ask, pointing vaguely in the direction of one of the other seats.\n\n"N-no, no, it's fine, you don't have to move," she assures you hurriedly. "It's fine!" she adds, a little desperately.\n\nOkay, best not to press it since she seems a little upset at the idea she might chase you off. So you just settle in, turning your attention to the movie. "Wow, this screen's really good," you note, as an attempt to break the ice some. "This movie looks way better on it than I've ever seen before."\n\n"Yuh-huh," she agrees quietly, shrinking in on herself a little more. For awhile you think that's that, and that it might be better to just leave her alone... but about ten minutes later, she actually speaks up again. "I, um... I actually really like this one. I know a lot of people hate it, but I... ... I like it," she concludes in a voice so quiet that you almost can't hear her over the movie and the music playing to the rest of the party.\n\n"It's definitely got its good points, yeah," you agree. "I mean if nothing else it looks great, look at that bit right there, that's just nice design work."\n\nShe perks up a little at that. "Yeah, I know, the colors are so good, aren't they? Um, what's your favorite Star Trek movie? No fair saying Four!" she adds, then blushes and ducks her head, looking embarrassed at her enthusiasm.\n\nYou can't help but laugh a little. "Yeah I guess most people would say Journey Home, huh? I mean, if we're talking the whole series, then maybe-"\n\nThe two of you chatter about both the movie onscreen and others, venturing back and forth from Star Trek to some other things, with Mariko gradually relaxing until she's practically animated, talking with her hands and enthusiastically going on about her opinions, apparently ignoring the rest of the party. It's not until she notices you glancing around that she seems to clue in and do the same, giving an 'oh'. "It's thinning out a lot, I guess the party's almost over."\n\n"Yeah, I probably better go," you allow, starting to stand up. "It's been really great talking with you, maybe we could exchange numbers?"\n\n"U-um!" Her cheeks go red, her phone already having been half-raised, and she tucks it in front of her lower face as she ducks her head, looking down at the screen. Wow, she really is shy. "Um, okay. Okay, yes please. B-but... but also, Gwyn, there's going to be another... um, party? Not party," she hurriedly corrects, peeking up at you through her lashes. "Just sort of... getting together and hanging out... me and my club..."\n\n"Oh, you're in a club?" you ask.\n\n"... It's sort of a club," she murmurs, lowering her eyes again and squirming. "But um, we're going to hang out tomorrow and watch some more things... probably anime... up on the third floor here. Um, that's the girls' dorm, but it's okay for boys to be there, s-so it's fine. You know. If you want to come. Tomorrow. At like seven," she continues, getting steadily quieter the longer she goes on.\n\n"Sure, I should be able to come by," you answer, not really thinking much of it. It sounds like she's probably just holding a recruitment event, right?\n\n"R-really?!" Her eyes light up as she looks up at you. Wow, she really must want more club members. "O-okay, I'll see you then! ... Oh! Um, um, my number, it's..."\n\nYou finish exchanging numbers and bid Mariko goodbye, heading back to your dorm room. It looks like Allen isn't back yet, but that's not a surprise, he seemed like the sort to succeed wildly at such a party. Trying not to be resentful over your own complete failure to make any progress on the romantic front, you change and flump into bed.\n\nThe next day you mostly just go about settling into the room and wandering around campus a bit learning where things are, with the vague thought in the back of your mind that you're supposed to remember something. It's not until around 6:30 that you remember... oh, right! Mariko invited you to some little event she's having to try and recruit members for her club. What kind of club even was it again? Well, you're not super interested in joining a club anyway, what if you wound up having to spend time with some of the same sort of jerks that used to tease you? Still, you did tell her you'd be there...\n\n<hr>\n[[Go.|Gwyn4x2]]\n\n[[Skip it.|Gwyn]]

Your name's Buddy (well actually Wilhelm, but you've been Buddy since first grade so), and you've done quite well for yourself. Most people hear "trust fund" and think of someone who's coasted through life without ever trying... and sure, you probably could have, if you'd wanted to live in some little apartment waiting for a check every month (people forget not all trust funds are huge). Instead when yours started coming in you began investing the money carefully and wisely, and when the money from the investments came in, you used it to set up several startup companies that sold to eager investors for quite a pretty penny. As such, at twenty-six, your occupation consists largely of managing your current investments, not being completely stupid with your money, and having fun.\n\nYou've kept yourself in shape, not trashing your body with excesses... not that you necessarily keep entirely away from excesses, you just don't trash yourself on them. You keep in shape, though you naturally tend towards a slightly slender build. With natural blonde hair, blue eyes, and a nice face, you've certainly never had trouble with the girls, even if they don't know how well-off you are.\n\nThe "having fun" is an important part of your life... you have a mind for the best parties. Throwing or attending them, you almost always have an amazing time. Your favorite, though, are seasonal parties... something about the fact that you can only have them at certain times of the year makes them all the better. \n\nSo, that said... what season is it?\n\n[[October.|BuddyOctStart]]\n\n[[December.|BuddyDecStart]]

"No, I'm good," you say with another sigh. But after only the briefest of hesitations, you add, "But uh, if you've got any suggestions for someone else I could meet...?"\n\n"Aha, a man who wants to do it himself but doesn't mind pointers, very good!" Marius says with a short laugh. He immediately takes a long look around, then gestures a bit. "Alright, over there, see that gaggle of goths? I see some girls from the chemistry department, they're definitely a good bet for talking to." He takes another look around and says, "Ah, and over there I see Barbara... very pretty, very nice, but might wanna watch out all the same. Oh, and I see Tori's around too... she's a biology student and, well, let's just say that you definitely won't be lonely tonight if that's who you pick."\n\nYou'd followed his directions, taking in each one... the chemistry students being at least three girls who bring to mind the very definition of 'big titty goth GF'. Barbara's very pretty, though she's also probably the most formally-dressed person you've seen so far, wearing a blouse, skirt, and pantyhose, her auburn hair pulled back into a very refined braid. And Tori... actually you're pretty sure that's the girl you saw when you first got here, the pretty, well-endowed blonde in a tubetop and flouncy little skirt. She's holding another smoking drink that glows in the light, so she must be going through them fairly quickly.\n\nWhile you're absorbing all that, Marius gives you a light thump on the back and wanders away, apparently having decided that he's given you enough pointers. You consider, trying to decide what to do...\n\n<hr>\n[[Approach the goths.|Gwyn7x2]]\n\n[[Approach Barbara.|Gwyn]]\n\n[[Approach Tori.|Gwyn]]\n\n[[Approach the bar again.|Gwyn]]

You do feel like there's a high chance of being excluded if you just sort of try to engage with all three of them. So it's not so much that you try to 'separate one from the herd' as various bad pickup artist books have suggested (look you've tried to butch up a lot of ways, okay?) and more that you just sort of wait until two of them start talking to do your best to really engage the other one in a conversation, thinking furiously about what to talk about and settling on asking about what there is to do around town, since that seems like a safe enough topic.\n\nThe first time you get a chance, it works, and you wind up gradually separated off with-\n\n<hr>\n[[-Luna.|Gwyn]]\n\n[[-Cherie.|Gwyn7x4]]\n\n[[-Poppy.|Gwyn8x1]]

Fern does look really cute, and sweet, sort of like a classy upgrade on "the girl next door". ... In spite of what apparently revs her engine. You look at her picture and that smile of hers for a few moments more before texting back 'I think I'd like to meet Fern'\n\n'you got it dude I'll set it up'\n'I already told her I knew a guy she'd like so I can probably just text you a time and place when she agrees to the date'\n'so while I'm doing that you wanna meet up and shop?'\n\n... Right. That bit. Wearing girls' clothes. Well Liam did say that you didn't absolutely <i>have</i> to do it! Hey, maybe you'll impress her so much with your own wonderful personality that she'll forget entirely about wanting you to crossdress and just like you for you!\n\nOr. On the off chance that she doesn't also arrive to the date riding on a unicorn, while you're dreaming of impossible things, maybe you should accept Liam's advice and go shopping with him.\n\n<hr>\n[[Rely on your personality.|GwynFern]]\n\n[[Rely on a really cute outfit.|GwynFern1x2]]

No harm in clarifying things, just so that there's no question going forward, right? She'll probably just send back a lot of laughing emojis and give you shit about it for a while. So after a little bit more waffling on how to phrase it, you text her with 'Hey I've got a question.'\n\n'sure whats up?' she texts back fairly quickly.\n\n'Would you ever be interested in dating a guy like me? Like ever?' you send, which was the best you could come up with for making it less about you, specifically, but also obviously you are in there. ... Yeah you're no social genius.\n\nYou're expecting a long pause and then some blowoff answer, or the immediate flood of mockery, but instead there's just a brief lapse before she texts back 'yeah sure saturday's good'\n\n... Wait, what?\n\nWait. Wait, is she...? Uh. There's... there's really not much other way to read that than that she's saying she'll actually full-on date you. Somehow of all the responses that one never even occurred to you. You're so shocked that it takes you a minute to realize she's sent more.\n\n'only condition is you gotta dress up real cute for it\nno jeans and sweater stuff\ngotta make me look good if im out with you'\n\nHuh. Somehow you never pictured her as wanting to do dressy sort of dates. ... Although knowing Cherie she'd easily show up wearing her usual sort of clothes (baggy ripped black jeans for casual, black pleated skirt for parties, everything else the same) after asking her <i>date</i> to dress up, that's very her. Starting to be more amused than anything else, you send back 'Oh yeah like what?'\n\nThen you stare as the next texts come in: \n\n'like I said something cute\nnice little dress or skirt or something\nmake sure to wear some nice panties imma wanna see those before the nights over'\n\nYou just look at those texts slack-jawed for a few moments before texting back, 'what'\n\n'hey you know what i like\nive told you plenty of times\nyou wanna go out with me then basically im the guy\nyou dress cute and show up on time and you dont gotta worry about anything else\nthats how i ride\nyou wouldnt have asked if didnt know that right?'\n\nUh. Come to think of it, she has basically mentioned that's her ideal relationship a fair few times, which you sort of glossed over in your brain because you just thought you were eliminating the possibility. Thinking a bit more clearly, Cherie telling you that she'd want her dates to wear cute girly stuff for her and then you asking her if she'd date you... okay yes you can see how she reached the conclusion that you were clearly offering to crossdress for her.\n\nObviously on the one hand that goes against everything you've always tried to do with butching up and <i>not</i> looking like a girl. Besides your lifelong struggle with protecting your masculinity, there's all the potential for embarrassment and humiliation that would come with wearing girls' clothes, even if you were willing. On the other... the very moment that Cherie actually said she wanted to date you, it hit you how hard you'd actually been wanting that. She is <i>really</i> amazing to spend time with and you want to keep doing it, especially romantically. But... could you really throw away all your effort to become manly and dress like a girl for her...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree to dress cute.|Gwyn]]\n\n[[Refuse.|Gwyn]]

Admittedly, this was not exactly the optimal scenario you had in mind, but you didn't want to be a dick and try to exclude her either. Just that you kind of got a, uh, lesbian vibe off of Cherie. Maybe it's unfairly in reaction to the fact that she's a bit taller and leaner than the other two, or the shorter hair, or the nose stud, or the really confident way she has her shoulders set. Of course more fairly it's probably because she's not being subtle at all about checking out every girl that walks by, with her red eyes tracking to their chests or butts rather blatantly, while none of the guys that walk by even get a blink. It might be that.\n\nShe's sort of brusque and curt at first, but after a few minutes of you doing your best to honestly engage in conversation she seems to relax a bit and just start chatting with you, apparently not really noticing when Luna and Poppy eventually wander off and leave the two of you alone. You're like... 95% sure this isn't going anywhere, but right at the moment it's a bit of a salve on your soul to have a positive conversation with any pretty girl. The fact that she keeps calling your attention to other pretty girls and actively encouraging you to look with her doesn't hurt. Hey, it looks like maybe you made a friend, at least!\n\nAnd over the next few months that holds true... Cherie actually turns out to be a pretty great friend to have. Not only does she know a lot of places to go out and have fun, well, it's sort of like all the benefits of having a really cool guy friend and a really cool girl friend. Female friend. Whatever. There's a lot of going out to eat and bars, hanging out girl-watching, watching action movies, even a little mechanic work on your truck. You're still pretty much entirely sure she's only interested in girls, at least that's the only interest she ever shows around you.\n\nBut not <i>entirely</i> certain.\n\nBecause of course your brain won't quite let you abandon the idea entirely. After all she does spend a lot of time with you and seems a lot more friendly and easygoing with you than she is with a lot of other people. But then isn't that just what friends do? Obviously they do. And yet...\n\nWell. There's an easy way to tell... you could ask. Maybe nothing so outright as just 'I like you, want to go on a date?' since that seems a disastrous idea on a lot of levels. But just ask if she would ever have any interest, and let it be played off as a general thing...\n\n<hr>\n[[Ask.|Gwyn7x5]]\n\n[[Forget it.|Gwyn]]

*<b>Main:</b> Rags-clad male fighter Eric can now try to make money by [[pickpocketing|EricMF9x8]].\n*<b>Main:</b> When playing with her new computer's VR, Cyan can try the [[data storage|GGVR1x3]] option.\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can agree to help [[Kowsumi|QOKeys3x5]] fix the ship.\n*<b>Main:</b> Buddy can assume the witch and catgirl trick-or-treaters are [[prostitutes|BuddyOct17x1]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Buddy can give Ciara some [[privacy until dinner|Ciara1x2]].\n-Update 2-\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can pick the [[body|QOBook3x1]] "unnatural powers" to look at in the magic book.\n-Update 3-\n* More with Buddy and the witch&cat.\n-Update 4-\n* <b>Main:</b> Wilma can [[agree|WilmaFun2x3]] to undergo the same process as Tanya in Bunzy's Bodacious Makeovers.

* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can go see [[Errana|GGDog3x6]] again after her little threesome with her and Svarog.\n* <b>Main:</b> Gwyn can now [[resist|GwynLiam4x1]] taking anything from Liam's hidden treasure trove. He can also [[show his interest|GwynLiam4x3]] in the bonfire party after stealing the pendant.\n* Since the issue of readability (vis-a-vis visability) got brought up again, I've messed with the CSS style sheet some. DW will now be "dark mode" by default. This did mean I had to pick a new font so I tried to pick something nice and legible, will be listening to feedback on incrementals and eventual public release as to how it works and tweaking in the future.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can [[lay low|GGParent2x1]] after overhearing her parents' plans to hook up.\n* After long consideration... as in I've been thinking of it off and on for probably two years at least... I decided to heavily trim down the "World of Alliance" bit of Cyan's MMO routes. I got way overambitious trying to set it up, and frankly the sheer scope I tried to create there was intimidating for trying to actually get started on anything. (I actually considered scrapping it altogether and replacing it with something else, and that's still on the table.) Probably about half the options have been dropped off currently, mostly those that were doubled up from other options or that I realized would actually be difficult to write properly.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyanide can now trade [[Sabine|GGET4x3]] the Appearance Change Potion in return for grouping up.\n* <b>Main:</b> Monk Cyan can now [[stick with Kovam's group|GGMonk8x1]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Helen can now meet [[the principal|HelenJPStart]] instead of Katsuko.\n* Continuing to tweak the color scheme. Hopefully this week the links are a good color so as to be distinct from regular text, readable on the (no longer flat black) background, and not glaring when they're redlinks.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can now "sample" MILK Duds at [[Tandy's Candy|GGCandy1x1]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Vidya Witch Cyan can now [[show mercy|GGVW1x1]] (sort of) to "Chocola the elf". The Chocola paths are going to be the first time (outside of Capture) I've decided to make branches converge back together, at least in the training sim areas. I don't intend to do this very often, but for this area it felt like it made more sense.\n <b>Main</b>: Eric-as-Cypher-in-Jeanne's-body (whew) can now elect to [[wait for rescue|Cypher6x3]].

"Y-yeah, I mean... I guess that could be like... ah..."\n\n"Let me guess, as long as it's helping me test my stuff?" Liam chuckles and winks at you. "Nah, it's fine, it's fine, whatever works for you, bud. I'll see you about ten that day, okay?"\n\nOver the rest of the afternoon and the next day, you actually find you're a bit too excited to fret. That thing just... it felt so good, remembering the sheer intensity of the orgasm makes you hard every time and keeps your anxiety over anything else it might mean at bay. Of course since you share a dorm room it's hard to find any time to relieve that pressure, and even when you do it's just nowhere near as good. Between the worry of being walked in on, having to do it yourself, and not really having a proper position to finger your ass (because hey it's anal stimulation it's all good right? ... you just need to figure out a better way to do it), you're left more longing for Liam's... assistance... than ever.\n\nSo you're probably a little early when you knock on Liam's door, and you worry that he might be annoyed when it looks like he might have still been in bed, even... at least, you would imagine he wears the pink silk slip to sleep in. But he seems as bright and cheery as useful, inviting you in. "Have breakfast and everything?" he asks. "Get plenty of liquids?" he adds teasingly.\n\n"Um. Yeah," you murmur, already blushing and resisting the urge to just tear off your clothes. When Liam tells you to do just that (or rather, "get undressed"), you do your best to seem unhurried as you wiggle out of your pants and underwear... and this time discard your shirt along with your modesty.\n\n"Someone's been looking forward to this, hm?" Liam teases again, eyes twinkling as he blatantly eyes your stiff prick, making you squirm. "Hm, this time why don't you get on all fours? After all, I'm guessing you want more 'puppy power', huh?" he continues, glancing at where the dog dildo he used on you last time is now on prominent display on a bedside table. "May as well be in the right position for it!"\n\nGod, he's awful with his teasing... and yet you can't help but get a thrill out of the idea of being in the 'right position' to take that knot again, so you just nod sheepishly and climb up onto the bed, settling near the head of it on all fours. Liam clambers up behind you, taking a moment to pull off the slip, and leaving himself in just a matching pair of panties similar to the ones he wore the other day. You swallow as he goes for the lube, and soon your breathing is quickening at the feel of his fingers pumping and stroking and wiggling inside you, once again readying your hole for that bestial sex toy to slip inside. And then there it goes, making you practically quiver with eagerness as that pointed tip is pressed to your lube-slick hole and pressed inside. Liam's definitely less gradual about it today, apparently feeling you've been 'broken in' some, sinking more of the toy into you with each push, until the knot nudges up against your pucker. \n\nThis time, in this position, you find you can't quite help but rock back against the toy when Liam starts pumping it into you in those strokes. The part of you that's embarrassed by your basically fucking your own ass onto a rubber dog dick held by another boy gradually shuts down as your mind fogs over again with the pleasure of it, feeling it stroking inside you, gradually growing warmer, almost feeling like it's getting slicker. Your sounds are getting more embarrassing too, little moans and gasps that sound positively, well, girly, but the better your ass feels the less you care. Your steel-hard prick bounces underneath you, slinging thin lines of clear pre... right up until Liam gives a firm shove and pushes the knot inside you, much more abruptly this time. But that just seems to make your orgasm all the more intense, and you cry out shamelessly as your ass clenches and shudders around the large bulb and spearlike shaft, your cock spilling your load all over the surface of the shiny blue comforter.\n\nYou hang your head, shivering and panting as you try to catch your breath, Liam's hands feeling cool as he strokes your thighs and ass and coos at you comfortingly, the calming motions feeling better than any worries over being touched so sensually by another boy. (Honestly at this point at least some of the worries there have been blunted, albeit not removed.) Once you have calmed down, Liam grins at you as you look over your shoulder at him. "Good start to the day, huh? Ready to continue in a minute?"\n\n"Y-..." You swallow to collect yourself a bit more. "Yeah."\n\n"'Kay~! Shall we switch it up a bit more?" At your blink, he explains, "I've got other 'non-human' ones that I think you might find fun! Bigger ones... or more fantastical ones," he says, eyes glittering even more than before.\n\n<hr>\n[[Bigger.|GwynLiam]]\n\n[[More fantastical.|GwynLiam]]\n\n[[You... <i>really</i> like the canine one.|GwynLiam1x10]]

It kind of annoys you to pay $5000 and then be handed a supposed certificate of authentication signed by a fictional character. You're not going to be able to rest well until you find out if, and just how badly, you've been cheated. You climb into the car and pop open your contacts list.\n\nLet's see, you know a guy named [[Rory|BuddyOct]], his dad owns an extremely successful pawn shop that carries a lot of high-end goods. You wouldn't say you're close friends with Rory, but he seems an okay guy, though you hear a lot of people complaining that his dad is some sort of ripoff artist who pays people less than their items are worth. (Which... you're pretty sure that's how buying stuff you intend to resell works? But people do get really worked up over it.)\n\nThen there's your cousin (though not blood-related, so... step-cousin?) [[Miles|BuddyOct]], who works for a famous TV show, Antiquities Travelogue. You don't know Miles well, but a lot of people seem to trust what they see on that show... after all, it's on a TV network funded by the government, surely you can trust <i>that</i>.

-Update 1-\n*<b>Main:</b> Plushified Jamie can see that the dildo Tanya is getting out is [[really weird|QOVex4x4]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Eric can now [[blackmail|RanDeb1x12]] Ranma with the footage he took after using the Slowburn on her.\n*<b>Main:</b> I considered and realized that 'Barbarian' didn't seem very likely as something Layla would pick. It's been replaced with [[Druid|MeanSima1x5]].\n-Update 2-\n*<b>Main</b>: Cyan's infiltration of her parents' secret party can [[continue|GGParent15x2]].\n-Update 3-\n*<b>Main</b>: Eric can summon the [[Orgasmatron|RanDeb2x1]] to use on Ranma.\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can have a [[realization|QOMeta1x10]] when facing Cognitive Tanya.\n-Update 4-\n*<b>Main</b>: Jamie can [[kiss Emi|QOBro1x12]] after actually talking to him on their hookup date.

Eager to finally try out the hot springs that you've moved across the planet to live near, you strip down and toss your stuff on a shelf, and do a slightly perfunctory scrubdown under one of the shower heads. Snagging a towel and wrapping it around your waist, you pad barefoot out onto the tiled portion of the rocky area that makes up the hot springs. The sky is clear and full of stars above the high barriers formed by some wooden walls and the hotel itself. The main spring is a large, mostly round thing full of mostly clear, steaming water, with the center of it bearing a tall, rough stone pillar ringed by squat boulders that barely stick up out of the water. And sitting leaned back against one of those boulders is Nanako.\n\nYou blink a little at the sight of her. Wasn't she supposed to be out of here like twenty minutes ago?! But there she is, her hair out of its little scrunchy, sunk up to her chin in the water. It looks like she's got a small towel draped against her front, but is otherwise naked, as might be expected. She also seems to be asleep, since her eyes are closed and there's a fairly steady set of ripples on the surface of the water beneath her nose. \n\n<hr>\n[[Hurry and leave.|Austin]]\n\n[["Uh, Nanako-san?"|Austin3x2]]\n\n[["... NANAKO!"|Austin]]

"Er, Nanako-san, I don't think you should be sleeping there," you call out gently, trying to make sure you're covered by the towel. "That seems kind of dangerous. ... Nanako-san?"\n\nThen, as you watch, Nanako slides down further, her whole head sinking below the surface with a little burst of bubbles. You stare, mostly in shock for a moment, then yelp and scramble forward when she doesn't come up immediately. Leaping into the water and ignoring the heat, you wade quickly over to her and bend down, grabbing her up and scooping her out of the water, then hurriedly heading for the side where you can lay her out on the tile.\n\nA quick check shows that she still seems to be breathing okay, but the shock of slipping under the water has her out even deeper than she was originally... well, she's probably overheated too, to judge by the warm pink color of her skin. ... All of her skin. In her motions and your carrying her, she seems to have lost her towel, and only now do you realize that you've laid her out on the ground completely naked. Her pert breasts are shown off in their entirety, as flushed and pink as the rest of her, though the exposure to the cooler night air has apparently stiffened up her nipples. Her crotch is bare, devoid of hair or anything else to hide the snug-looking pink slit between her legs.\n\nYou erk, standing up and turning around... then glancing down as you feel cool air on something else. You seem to have lost your towel as well, and your cock has stiffened up from the sight of Nanako's naked body, now jutting into the steam from the hotspring you're still knee-deep in. Er... this has turned into quite a situation. You should probably just cover Nanako up and go... or, maybe just to be safe, in case she's actually injured or rolls back in somehow or something, stay with her.\n\n'Or maybe,' a wicked part of your brain says. 'You could take advantage of the fact that she obviously won't be waking up anytime soon to have some fun. Think of it as payback for how she treated you!'\n\n<hr>\n[[Cover her up and leave.|Austin]]\n\n[[Stay with her.|Austin]]\n\n[[Fuck her.|Austin]]

-Update 1-\n* <b>Main:</b> Marei can now call [[the family doctor|Marei14x1]] for fear that Ken has "fapluenza".\n* <b>Main:</b> No-bonus Eric can now [[alter the entire Ranma sim|RanDeb6x1]] once he's outside the Tendo Dojo.\n-Update 2-\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can [[meet Mai immediately|HLMai12x1]] after obtaining the hypnosis pocketwatch.\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can [[recruit Kevin and Maya|QOMeta1x5]] to help him take down Sandra's mental Shell.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can now agree to [[adopt Puck|GGDL1x2]] the cat. (Shockingly he is not just a cat. I bet what happens surprises you.)\n* <b>Main:</b> King Jamie can tell Mama Michi he [[needs a minute|KingJamie1x3]].\n-Update 3- \n* Eric can now take Mai back to the apartment after giving her a mind control fetish.\n* <b>Main:</b> After volunteering for her experiments, Eric can agree to become Dr. Life's [[assistant|Palladium6x1]].\n* Danny has been removed from the Young Adult Male chargen option. I had only the vaguest ideas of what to do with him since the very beginning of writing the game, and he was mostly added to round out the options at the time. \n* Jace is also being removed at this time. This is for other, more personal reasons that I won't go into at length. Suffice to say they make working on the character awkward and it's best to start fresh with a new character in the same niche over on Mundanity.\n-Update 3-\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can now [[try to calm Big Momma|EricMF3x10]] during negotiations with Duke Emory.\n* <b>Main:</b> Futa-witch Cyan can now make her mother [["apologize"|GGCandy5x7]] when first returning home from Tandy's.\n* Continuation of the Marei stuff from the start of the month.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can continue her [[infiltration|GGParent15x2]] of her parents' sex party.\n* <b>Main:</b> The option for [[splitting up|GGHH1x1]] at the haunted house has been changed to allow Cyan to go alone or with different people.

"Shame is forbidden," you say aloud as you write the words. "No one is allowed to feel shy, embarrassed, or have body modesty in this room," you add as you cap the marker again and look back at the trio. Motoko just nods simply as if that made perfect sense, Nanako actually seems to relax a little, and Shizue... perks up noticeably, seeming massively more comfortable and actually smiling.\n\n"That seems like a nice rule," she says breezily.\n\nHeh, you guess it makes sense that the shyest, most withdrawn member of the group would get the biggest boost over not having to feel any shame while in the room. Hm, so that should already provide some interesting results, with the girls completely unashamed to change in front of you and whatnot. That should already be fu-, er, provide some good data. Do you need any more rules, or is that plenty?\n\n<hr>\n[['Inhibitions are forbidden'|AustinJP]]\n\n[['Sluttiness is encouraged'|AustinJP]]\n\n[['Sex is ultra-casual'|AustinJP]]\n\n[[Just the one rule is fine.|AustinJP]]

"Th-... the plug-nya," you murmur, feeling even more embarrassed by how much cuter and girlier your voice sounds. And at your apparently involuntary new verbal tic.\n\n"Hm? I'm sorry? I couldn't hear you at all," the witch chirps in a cheerful voice that says she heard you perfectly. "You'll have to speak up nice and clearly."\n\nYou swallow hard, then force yourself to raise your voice and speak clearly. "I choose the plug-nya."\n\n"You choose it? What's that mean?" the witch prompts, wiggling it a bit in her hands so that the light glints off the metal. "What do you want me to do with it? And ask nice."\n\nIt's becoming clear that Abby isn't going to be satisfied until she's thoroughly humiliated you for your crime. Whining softly and wiggling some more, it only takes you a few moments to crack and give in. "P-please put that tail in my butt, Myistress Abby."\n\n"Mmmm... I dunno... still lacking something," Abby muses, moving the plug around in a little circle. "Liiiike... maybeeeee... you being <i>helpful</i>?"\n\n... Oh nyo. Whimpering again, your face screwed up (annoyingly cutely) no doubt in humiliation, you turn around and bend over, reaching back behind yourself. The big furry kitty-paw bondage gloves don't give you much in the way of fine manupulation, but they're apparently enough that you can take hold of your asscheeks and spread them apart, baring your pucker to the giggling duo of girls, hidden only by the thin purple strip of the thong. "Please... please put that butt plug tail in my ass, Myistress Abby."\n\n"Hmmmm. Welllllllll... okay," Abby chirps with a snicker, stepping in closer. You try not to wiggle as you feel her fingertips brush over the inner curves of your ass, or of her hooking them under the strap of the thong and pulling it to the side. Still, you can't help but let out a loud gasp at the feel of the cold, apparently slick metal pressing to your pucker. You let out an annoyingly adorable mewl as she starts to push it forward slowly, your ass gradually spreading open around it. You continue to (involuntarily) make cute kitty noises as she pushes it further and further into you, your ass spreading around the bulge of it, until with one last push she gets it past the thickest part and it slips fully inside, your pucker closing around the slender base and the cool metal circle pressed up against your entrance. "There we go, now stand up!"\n\nYou straighten and turn around, mewling a little again at the feel of your ass tightening and moving around the plug with your motions. Both of the girls snicker at you again, no doubt because your cock's gotten at least partly hard and is pushing out the front of your furry little panties some. "Awww, so cute with your little pout and sad-face!" Abby teases. "Hey, do the Sad Cat Dance!"\n\n"The... the what?" you sniffle.\n\n"Kitten?" Abby prompts, glancing to the side. Kitten happily and instantly lifts her hands, fingers curled to make them more pawlike and starts bopping her hips energetically back and forth, the swaying motion of her body making her barely-covered tits wobble as well, some peppy, chirpy bit of music coming from nowhere to accompany her motions, what sounds like a slightly chipmunk-ified voice chirping lyrics. When she stops moving the music similarly goes silent, and Abby looks at you expectantly. "Well? Go on?"\n\nYou whimper a bit, but raise your paw-gloved hands and try to assume the same pose, shaking your hips back and forth a bit. Oh god! That just really makes the plug feel like it's moving inside you somehow... shaking your hips even a little just works your ass around the cool, firm metal and makes the fluff of the tail rub against your bare asscheeks.\n\n"That's pathetic, pet!" Abby scolds. "You didn't even summon the music! Go on, put some enthusiasm into it!"\n\nYou swallow hard, but it's obvious she's not going to allow you to get out of this without committing to the bit. Taking a deep breath, you start popping your hips side-to-side enthusiastically, shaking your ass and doing your best to work your shoulders back and forth like you saw Kitten doing. Not only does the motion make your ass work around the plug enough that it's practically like you're getting fucked by it anyway, not only does the motion make your puffy pink nipples rub against the inside of the fur-pasty-strips covering them, but it's getting your cock even harder, tenting out the front of your panties and making you look like you're enjoying all this lewdness!\n\nStill, it seems to have worked, since after a second the same chirpy music that played when Kitten did the dance plays, making both girls laugh with apparent delight. You take that as your signal that you can stop, standing there trembling a bit and panting, lips parted and feminized cock throbbing enough that you can feel a bit of pre soaking into the fabric.\n\n"Now there's a good pet," Abby coos, reaching out to rub your head, which again annoyingly enough feels good. "We can go trick-or-treating now! Oh... well, there is <i>that</i>," she notes, glancing down at your hardon, making you full-face blush again. "Hmmm, there's a certain amount of lewd that's acceptable for trick-or-treating and that might be slightly too much. Can you get that under control on your own, pet..." She pauses, eyes twinkling as she looks into yours. "Or do you need mistress's help?"\n\n<hr>\n[[You'll control it on your own.|BuddyCB]]\n\n[[... Mistress's help.|BuddyCB]]

"You... can go... where you want," the girls drone back.\n\nYou pause. ... Hm. You'd originally meant to venture the idea that you could use the hot springs when you liked, or go in their rooms for needing to do maintenance. ... But, now that you think about it, it could be fun to apply some special rules to certain spots.\n\n<hr>\n[[Their rooms.|AustinJP2x2]]\n\n[[The hot springs.|AustinJP]]\n\n[[The entire inn.|AustinJP]]

You'd set it down on the coffee table nearby, but now you lean over and snag it again, clicking the button to activate its camera mode and then switching it to video recording. It would be great to have-\n\n<hr>\n[[-a private souvenir.|BudBless6x3]]\n\n[[-blackmail material.|BudBless6aEndx1]]

Hm! Now there's an idea! This might be a good way to not only get them to let you upgrade your own living situation without bitching, but put them a bit more under your thumb for a good part of the day! "Hey, Nanako, what's the biggest and nicest living rooms in the inn?" you say, pointing at her.\n\n"Old... innkeeper's... suite," she monotones back without actually looking at you. "Used to be... Grandpa Alchi's... didn't tell you... 'cause didn't want you... to have it."\n\nPfft, figures. "Alright, you three, listen up. From now on, all four of us are going to move into the innkeeper's suite! You'll go to it as if it were your room and spend the majority of your evenings there!" Because you've just had a fun idea. "And since it's actually <i>my</i> room, you'll obey all my rules for it!"\n\n"We'll... obey... all your rules," the three of them murmur in unison.\n\n"You'll think it's completely normal to do so, and will obey all the rules even if you don't like them. You also won't mention what goes on in the room to others." You pause briefly to consider, then add, "And you won't try to avoid the room just because you don't like following the rules." You grin as they echo the general sentiment back... there, that should definitely, ah, provide some interesting info for Shirou! You consider briefly, then say, "Alright, when I turn off the TV, you three will awaken. You'll remember that during the movie, it was... Motoko, let's say... that had the idea we should all live together to strengthen our bonds, and you two already agreed with it. You'll show me to the suite, and we'll all go inside." Again, you wait for them to acknowledge the instructions, before hitting the power button for the TV.\n\nAll three blink rapidly, the blinking gradually becoming less synchronized, until their movements get more natural as they look around. Motoko yawns and stretches her hands over her head, then stands up. "Well, Austin-san, guess we should show you that room now, huh?"\n\n"Yeah, let's go," you say agreeably, grinning and setting down the remote.\n\nAll three of them seem to be acting completely normally, like they don't think there's anything odd about the fact that they've suddenly agreed to move into a suite of rooms with a guy. Motoko leads the way off to one of the ground floor areas, unlocking the door and passing you the key before sliding it open. The interior looks just slightly dusty, but the sort of living area directly inside is definitely bigger and nicer than just your bedroom alone. You spend a moment walking around and checking... the suite has a small private bathroom with its own little tub and showerhead, and there's a room large enough for several futons to be laid out. There's a decent-sized closet too, you note... but definitely not really anywhere to go to change clothes or have actual privacy. Hm, well... you've got some ideas for that.\n\n"Alright, well, I guess we'll be living here from now on, probably ought to bring down our futons here in a few," Motoko says breezily, resting her hands on her hips.\n\n"Ah, living with a guy, but I guess it can't be helped," Nanako huffs out.\n\n"Yes, well, we did all decide it was for the best," Shizue points out gently, though she does sound a bit confused, as if wondering slightly why she'd ever agreed to such a thing.\n\n"Ah, right," you note, spotting a small handful of convenient art supplies in the closet. Picking up a piece of posterboard, a marker, and a pin, you pin the board up on the wall beside the door and write 'THE RULES' in large letters on the top.\n\n"Oh, right. Well, guess it's your room and all," Nanako huffs, frowning as she folds her arms over her chest. "So what are the rules?"\n\nA good question! What <i>is</i> the first rule?\n\n<hr>\n'[[Clothes are forbidden|AustinJP]]'\n\n'[[Privacy is forbidden|AustinJP]]'\n\n'[[Shame is forbidden|AustinJP2x4]]'\n\n'[[Disobedience is forbidden|AustinJP]]'\n\n'[[Austin is God|AustinJP]]'

Their rooms are, after all, their private sanctuaries. Maybe if you just... got them used to some differences in that, they'd lighten up about the entire inn! ... Or, y'know, something.\n\nLet's see, what to have them do about their rooms... \n\n<hr>\n[[Set general rules.|AustinJP]]\n\n[[Set bedtime rules.|AustinJP]]\n\n[[Make them move in with you.|AustinJP2x3]]

<b><i>Alpha 31</i></b>\n\nCyan can now ask her mother if they're going to meet her [[boyfriend|GGParent5x1]].\n\nPlenty of new stuff in the [[costume shop in the mall|GGMCEStart]].\n\nCyan can watch [['Black Hole Busters'|GGPorn2x1]] on her VR porn program.\n\nCyan and her accidental clone (whichever one that is) can [[go back to Earth|GGAlien2x5]] and start sorting things out there.\n\nCyan the Vidya Witch can now [[encourage|GGCandy5x13]] the edgy cheating gamer.\n\nCyan can now steal [[Pill Candy|GGCandy1x1]] at Tandy's.\n\nCyan can now look at [[novels at the library|GGLibraryStart]].\n\nThere's quite a lot built up from the [[Space Ranger|GGMCE7x2]] costume.\n\nAnd in non-Cyan news, adult PC Celeste has [[a new job|CelesteStart]] she can take.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 30</i></b>\n\nAnother month of Cyan's adventures!\n\nShe can now look into being a [[Succubus Tiefling|GGTiefStart]].\n\nShe can continue her blackmail of her [[father's teenage lover|GGParent3x6]].\n\nThe mall now has a [[proper west wing|GGMallStart]] of clothing stores.\n\nShe can get her [[Jersey Devil milkshake|GGCandy9x2]] to go.\n\nShe can [[decide to fight the shadow monster|GGMonk1x6]] as a monk.\n\nShe can choose to [[pull a solo heist|GGRogueStart]] as a rogue.\n\nSeveral paths stemming from her [[going to check on her mother|GGParent4x1]] when she arrives home early.\n\n[[The lingerie shop|GGShopStart]] is now available.\n\nShe can also [[watch porn|GGCompStart]] on her computer.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 29</i></b>\n\nThere's a new [[cheat item|RanXDeb1x1]] in the Ranma debug sim. There's also some new [[lewds|RanPP4x2]] over in the Personality Pendant path.\n\nCyan gets the lion's share of content this month. Her path springing from [[The Complete Monk|GGMonkStart]] got quite a bit of expanding. Over in the haunted house path, she can also [[take the Influence deal from demon!Leslie|GGHH10x2]], or if she's a demon herself she can [[go head-to-head|GGHH7x1]] with Leslie after turning her into a succubus, down in the tunnels after being fish-raped she can [[let Leslie use the glowing moss|GGHH4x4]], as a centaur she can [[resist her fate after being tentacle-raped|GGCentaur8x3]], choose to be a [[Tiefling|GGMonsterStart]] from Savage Species, or go to the [[Briefing Room|GGMS2x4]] in the IIA satellite in the Magitech path.\n\nBuddy [[staying home on Halloween|BuddyOct5x1]] has been expanded, with jumpoff points for some fun but also some new story and characters if he makes it through the full night of trick-or-treaters. Those who like monstergirl waifus should be pleased.\n\n[[Anubilis|HLSenshi14x2]] can now make Rei his loyal slave, with more content springing from that.\n\nJamie can now agree to say hello to[[his mother's friends|QOKevScheme5x1]] after fleeing from her when discovering she's a futa.\n\n[[Brit|WBrit3x5]] can now take Mitch back to his place to plot turning his friends into weretigers.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 28</i></b>\n\nThere's quite a bit of new stuff for [[Sam becoming villainous|FemPalV1x2]], and a little bit of stuff on the [[hero side|FemPalladium3x7]].\n\nSome more of [[Anubilis|HLSenshi14x1]] tormenting Rei.\n\nSome new adventures to be had on Wilma's visit to [[Fast Felipe's Fabulous Funland|WilmaFun1x1]]\n\nPlenty of new [[Austin stuff|Austin4x1]] after his decision to reopen the hot springs resort.\n\nJamie can now ask Tanya to get the [[Specialty beer|QOKevPorn5x3]] for the halloween party.\n\nSome new content for Amanda and her colorful rubbery friends encountering a mouse in the [[giant's house|CheerForest20x4]].\n\nLayla can now be [[sent to the farm|MeanGirlStart]].\n\nCyan can now elect to [[seduce|GGDog2x2]] the handsome fellow whose dog molested her in the park.\n\n"Commander Hawt" can now [[board the mysterious ship|TrekF2x8]] in orbit above the archaeological dig, or go [[searching for Doctor Fukher|TrekF5x2]] after subduing the Raptarran at Starbeat Command.\n\nJamie can now accept a job at [[Monofilament|QOJobStart]].\n\n<b><i>Alpha 27</i></b>\n\nMore work on [[Austin|AustinStart]]'s starting points.\n\nMore stuff on using the slave collar on [[Ranma|RanRing1x1]] in the debug sim. Alternatively, titty ninja [[Homura|RanXNPCStart]] has been added to the sim as a playable NPC.\n\nCyan can now try the [[Jersey Devil|GGCandy9x2]] milkshake at Tandy's.\n\nJamie and Kevin can also try the [[milkshakes, and taffy|QOKevScheme2x1]] at Tandy's.\n\nEric can now [[snoop around|HLSenshi1x1]] in Rei's apartment, or elect to [[shortcut through the Neutral Zone|TrekF6x1]] in the Star Trek plotline.\n\nJamie can now [[housesit|QOJobStart]].\n\nSam kissing Molly after the reveal of Molly's superhero identity has been [[expanded and continued|FemPalladium3x6]]. In another branch of Sam visiting Palladium, she can also [[refuse to forgive|FemPalladium1x3]] the City Guard for her injuries.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 26</i></b>\n\nA bit more with [[compliant Tifa|FF7X4x2]].\n\nYou can now become the [[RubBorg ambassador|TrekF1x3]].\n\nYou can now elect to try going to the [[main docks|Sauria1x2]] in Isla Sauria.\n\nYou can now go home later after running away to [[Capital City|CapitalCityStart]], and thus be urged to seek employment.\n\nOver on the path of [[Jamie finding out he's half incubus|QOFam1x3]], after electing to take care of your own urges you can discover new powers, or after accepting your mother's offer, you can have Kevin and Maya over for a foursome.\n\nVarious new [[Cypher stuff|Cypher1x4]], where you can either pitch a fit shortly after arriving at the Meridian, or you can [[go after the Quatra Twins|Cypher1x13]], or after the Mad Doc Madison mission you can [[go see|Cypher1x20]] either Sierra or Doc Trace.\n\nJamie's [[adventures in dogsitting|QODS1x3]] continue.\n\nAs do his more adventurous adventures in [[the Hell-plane with Mallory|QOInc2x11]].\n\nThere's now a new option, [[Austin|chargenyamale]], in the young adult male chargen.\n\nYou can now agree to be [[Baal's research assistant|QOBaal1x3]].\n\n<b><i>Alpha 25</i></b>\n\nMore stuff after you have "Fuckbuddy Ranma" [[switch to girl mode|RanPP3x1]].\n\nMore ways for Rubber Buggy Bumper to [[torment Rei|HLSenshi1x7]].\n\nNew stuff for [[Jamie learning his incubus powers|QOFam1x3]].\n\nIn the debug sim you can now alter Tifa's personality to be [[compliant|FF7X2x1]].\n\nQuite a bit this month on the path of [[Layla getting a love interest|MeanGirlStart]].\n\n<b><i>Alpha 24</i></b>\n\nThere's quite a bit to find from [[Holly's Christmas Eve|HollyXmasEve]].\n\nA new passage in the FF7 debug sim sets up some [[debauchery for Cloud|FF7X13x4]].\n\nYou can now use [[Lusty Lady Lather|HLMai3x3]] when cleaning up for Mai and Chun-Li. A bit further down the Persimmon Princess path (phew, people), while in the men's room you can [[use the urinal|HLMai3x9]] and meet someone new.\n\nCyantaur can now suggest the party [[take the single-star path|GGCentaur5x3]] in the tunnels, or [[let Amana handle the idol|GGCentaur5x5]].\n\nYou can have [[fuckbuddy Ranma|RanPP3x1]] change into a girl on the Personality Pendant path (pandering? pshaw) in the Ranma debug sim.\n\nJamie can [[submit to Kevin|QOKevPorn1x2]]'s request to fuck him in the ass while watching porn.\n\nJamie can also suggest to Maya that they [[fool around|QOMayaStart]].\n\nCyan the rogue can [[examine the wardrobe|GGRogue1x10]] in the mysterious grotto.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 23</i></b>\n\nCyan can now choose [[Bran|GGDog1x8]] from the adoptable dogs.\n\nDan can now choose to assist [[Mr. Black|YPJeromeStart]].\n\nKali can now investigate the [[private dining room|HellKore6x1]] in the forbidden area of Hell Kore.\n\nThere are some new [[accessories|FF7X5x1]] to equip to Tifa in the debug version of the FF7 sim.\n\n[[The main campaign|FF7XStart]] of the FF7 sim is also now live, as is the Yuffie option under NPCs.\n\nHolly can now choose to become either a pig or a cow in the [[Thanksgiving oppressor|HollyNov1x4]] line.\n\nRanma can now help Akane shop for [[glasses|FRanX13x1]].\n\n[[The Complete Wizard|GGDDStart]] is now available to Cyan.\n\nHolly can now [[set off for Grandma's House|HollyXmasEve]] on Christmas Eve.\n\nDemon-possessed Cyan can now [[lay low|GGHH6x2]] after being let out of the summoning circle.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 22</i></b>\n\nThere's new content here and there in Cyan's [[haunted house|GGHH1x1]] visit.\n\nJamie and Maya have some new [[summoning options|QOBook1x1]] with the magic book.\n\nEric can do a bit more on [[messing with his CHA stat|FF7X7x1]] in the FF7 sim.\n\nThe [[vampire room|HHHVamp1x1]] in the Halloweenland haunted house has more content.\n\n[[Holly|HollyOctober]] has new October content, either with going costume shopping or adding the fog powder to the punch after inviting some trick-or-treaters in (though this doesn't go too far yet).\n\nThere are a handful of new passages for Sam in [[Hell Rising|HellRiseStart]].\n\n<b><i>Alpha 21</i></b>\n\nAdded a [[Reprogramming option|HLSenshi1x7]] to tormenting Rei.\n\nYou can now turn "wimp Ranma" [[into a girl and fuck her|RanPP6x1]].\n\nYou can now play as [[Ryoko|RanXNPCStart]](?!)or Ukyo in the Ranma sim.\n\nOver in Celeste working at [[Fast Felipe's|CelFiestaStart]] she can now agree to taunt the Felipe animatronic.\n\nEric can now run away to [[Palladium City|PalladiumStart]].\n\nCyan's visit to the [[haunted house|GGHH2x1]] now has more content involving Leslie.\n\nCyan can now examine the [[half dragon|GGMonsterStart]] race in the Savage Species book at the library.\n\nBuddy can now go to the [[Cosplay Casbah|BuddyOct1x1]] to pick out a Halloween costume.\n\nOver in the debug version of the FF7 sim there's more stuff with a few of the options on [[altering your CHA|FF7X10x1]].\n\nJamie can now [[spend time with his family|quietonestart]] on spring break. (Also decided to bump him up to fifteen because that just seemed to make more sense for some of the plotlines. Any mentions otherwise will eventually be corrected.)\n\n<b><i>Alpha 20</i></b>\n\nMore on Cyan getting [[a job at the kennel.|GGDog1x7]]\n\nCyan has new content at [[Tandy's candy as well.|GGCandyStart]]\n\nEric can now try to hide when he's a [[female elf and orcs are invading.|FemaleElfStart]]\n\n[[New adult female character, Marei.|chargenadultfemale]]\n\nEric can now play as [[male Ranma|MRanXStart]].\n\nOver at the Helen-in-Japan path, Helen can either keep the current assistant and then [[molest the twins|HelenJP1x8]], or once she's become Kyoko there's a little more of her [[second mission with Makoto|Kyoko2x2]].\n\nCyan can now agree to go with her [[mother's mistress|GGParent1x4]].\n\nSam has a bit more content at the [[Pokemon gym|SurvivallandStart]].\n\nJamie can now go to [[study hall|QOInc4x2]] while crossdressing on the incubus's orders.\n\nLittle work on getting [[Beast Boy|TTStart]] playable in the Teen Titans sim.\n\nJamie can now become a [[Home Product Tester|QOJobStart]] for AppAssure Industries.\n\nRubber Buggy Bumper can now choose to [[alter Rei's body|HLSenshi1x7]].\n\n<b><i>Alpha 19</i></b>\n\nJamie can [[wish his parents into perverts|QOInc1x9]].\n\nMore stuff under the [[Tattoo of Allure|RanTat1x1]] debug option in the Ranma sim.\n\nPoke around with Cyan at the [[dog park|GGDogStart]] and you'll find some new stuff.\n\n[[Lots of new stuff in the "Bad Cypher" line.|BadCypherStart]] Both from choosing to let an evil pirate queen augment you (great idea) or the previous line where you wind up in the Raptarran breeding hunt.\n\n[[Eric stuff|EllyElephant2x4]] dealing with his arousal from Elly's magic panties.\n\nFull adult [[David|DavidColdStart]] has some more options from his decision to be more cold and calculating.\n\n[[Ranma|FRanX14x2]] can hit the beach in a slutty swimsuit.\n\nEric can discover [[a hidden path in the forest|RunForestStart]].\n\nLayla can now choose to join the "[[Stealth Elite|MeanJP2x1]]" in her military school option.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 18</i></b>\n\nJamie can now request [[Tanya's personal attentions|QOKevPorn3x3]] as the price of his silence.\n\nAmanda can now proclaim the teddy bears supposedly sent by Cassie's brother [[totally lame|CheerMotel3x1]]. She can also [[walk into town|CheerMotel2x2]]. Actually just [[look around the Amanda path|SweetKidStart]] and you'll find new stuff almost for sure.\n\nAlso if you forget who's who on the cheer squad (I do it too, I admit), no worries, there's now a sub-page on the glossary that you can reference.\n\nWilma can now check out the [[Futa Puta Funhouse|WilmaFun1x1]] with Tanya.\n\nRook can now [[divert the male Titans|Rook4x1]] to focus on Starfire and Raven.\n\nJamie can now [[continue to fake being asleep|QOKevScheme1x7]] when his mom starts sucking his cock.\n\nEric and [["best buddy" Ranma|RanPP1x2]] can decide to leave the house in the debug version of the Ranma sim. In fact the [[Personality Pendant path|RanPP1x1]] in general should have some new stuff if you wanna poke around there.\n\nSome stuff with Cyan playing [[Elder Tale|GGETStart]]. She can also now play [[Spaceportal Online|GGCompMMOStart]].\n\nTifa can decide she's [[really rather frustrated with Shinra|FFTL2x10]] during the assault on the pillar.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 17</i></b>\n\nHelen AKA Kyoko now has [[treatment options|Kyoko3x8]] after her successful mission taking out Sakai's facility.\n\n[[A new month for Holly!|HollyStart]]\n\nNew options for [[Kasumi|KasumiXStart]] in the Ranma sim. Ranma can also try to [[convince Akane to wear the slutty swimsuit|FRanX13x3]] without getting the shop girl involved. And you'll find some stuff on the [[tanuki path|FRanX3x1]].\n\nCyan can now buy [[blue pill candy|GGCandy3x1]] at Tandy's Candy. (No this has nothing to do with blue pill/red pill.) She can also [[go say hi|GGCandyStart]] at the start.\n\nCyan also has a [[new D&D book|GGDDStart]] (sorta) to pick from at the library.\n\nHolly can also [[apologize to the trick-or-treaters|HollyOct2x1]] for misplacing the candy bowl.\n\nBuddy can [[stay home on Halloween|BuddyOctStart]].\n\nEric can play a [[new sim|Digitizer10x2]] after being Digitized.\n\nIf it's been a little while since you checked the acknowledgements, there's probably a few new ones in there (and thus places to find more porn).\n\n<b><i>Alpha 16</i></b>\n\nHelen can now choose the Japanese school from her [[career options|HelenStart]].\n\nJamie can have some more fun with [[Shep|QODS1x3]].\n\nRanma now has options after [[riding the Tanuki statue's cock with her pussy|FFRanX11x3]].\n\nCyan can now [[loose the party's horses|GGCentaur6x1]] on the centaurfied Shae and Amana.\n\nJamie can now ask the incubus for [[the lewdest wish|QOInc1x9]].\n\nCyan can [[accept the attractive mysterious stranger's offer|GGDog2x1]] after her experience in the grove at the dog park.\n\nShe can also [[go deeper in the woods|GGDog1x1]] before said experience.\n\nUsual bout of typo fixes and format corrections.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 15</i></b>\n\nCyantaur can now [[control herself and make herself wait|GGCentaur2x4]] on the third night with the horses.\n\nLayla can try to come up with a [[landing strategy|MeanRWBY1x3]].\n\nHolly now has a holiday available in [[February|HollyFebruary]], take a guess which one.\n\nDid some work on Jamie [[dogsitting|QODSStart]]. He also can make a new suggestion as to what he and Maya look at in Baal's old [[magic book|QOMaya1x1]].\n\nKali can now choose to [[dress sexy|HellKore1x1]] for her first match at Hell Kore. She can also choose to [[snoop around|HellKoreStart]] on first arrival.\n\nAs usual, a bunch of formatting and spelling tweaks.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 14</i></b>\n\nMore of [[Layla's adventures at Beacon|MeanRWBY1x2]].\n\nEric can now go marauding about [[as a minotaur|MinotaurStart]].\n\nCyan can now play [[World of Alliance|GGWOWStart]].\n\nYou can now get annoyed and [[drop the stone leaf|FRanX4x1]] in the Ranma sim. On another path, you can decide [[you want more|FRanX10x3]] after Genma sleepfucks you. Or, you can [[go a completely different direction from the female Ranma start|FRanXStart]].\n\nCyan can now go check on her mom [[when she arrives home|GGParentStart]].\n\nYou can now [[act like a brat|HaroldHorse17x2]] after being put in the Time Out room by Herschel Horse.\n\nVarious small formatting tweaks on some passages.\n\nJamie can now elect to [[get a summer job|quietonestart]] or hang out with Maya. \n\nCypher can now [[bust in the front door|Cypher1x15]] at Mad Doc Madison's.\n\nCyan can consider options for [[being a centaur|GGMonsterStart]] while browsing the Savage Species book. She also has a new book to choose from in the rest of the D&D section, the [[Complete Monk|GGDDStart]].\n\nDemon Cyan can now [[go to Hell|GGHH6x5]].\n\n<b><i>Alpha 13</i></b>\n\nContinuation of Ranma [[finding the leaf hairpin|FRanX4x2]]. Also more branches [[here|FRanX2x1]].\n\nLong-neglected teen option Michael [[is getting some content|ASVisitStart]].\n\nWilma now has options while reading [[Animus Vox|WilmaLibrary2x1]] in the spooky library.\n\nYou can now choose to [[explore the woods with Kevin|QOKevActivities]] as Jamie.\n\nThere is now a [[Pokemon Gym|SurvivallandStart]] for Sam to check out in Survivalland.\n\nCyan can now [[stand in the summoning circle alone|GGHH2x1]] in the haunted house's basement.\n\nLayla has more content for [[Meinubureiku Gakuen|MeanJPStart]].\n\n<b><i>Alpha 12</i></b>\n\nTypo fixes and formatting shifts, as is usual.\n\nCyan can [[go all the way to sleep|GGRogue1x4]] in her adventures as a half-elf rogue. She can also [[insult the wizard|GGRogue3x1]] (always such a great idea). Or she can continue her [[adventures on the road|GGRogue1x5]] with the standard party.\n\nEric continues his [[test celebration|RunForest1x7]] (and training) under Ellana.\n\nEric can now play as Kasumi or Shampoo in the [[Ranma sim|RanXNPCStart]]. \n\nJamie [[deals with the aftermath|QOKevScheme1x6]] of his and Kevin's romp with Errana.\n\nHolly can now pick a new form to be changed into [[to atone for her Thanksgiving oppressor ways|HollyNov1x4]].\n\nEric can now go to [[Horseshoe Equestria|PonyB1x1]].\n\nNew adult female player character [[Helen|HelenStart]].\n\nCyan can now [[visit the dog park|GGDogStart]]. Wow, wonder what sort of content will be here...?\n\nKept picturing Cyan's friend Leslie as a blonde instead of dark haired, have tried to correct all mentions of her hair color accordingly. If you find any passages where Leslie's hair is mentioned as being dark, please fire me a note as to where. Leslie's opinions on the retcon of her hair color were duly noted, and then themselves retconned.\n\nA new school option is available for [[Layla|MeanSchoolStart]].\n\nJamie and Kevin can now [[watch porn|QOKevPornStart]]. That's a completely normal activity that won't lead to anything weird in a game like this!\n\nMore content on several branches of Eric talking to [[Sailor Mars|HLSenshi1x1]].\n\n<b><i>Alpha 11</i></b>\n\nJamie [[follows along more|QOKevScheme1x1]] on Kevin's get-rich-quick scheme.\n\nChanged one of the options in the Ranma sim where Ranma winds up in the woods, [[and worked on that|FRanX2x1]].\n\nVarious small tweaks and shifts to text for better formatting.\n\nCyan and her friend Leslie can now [[go look at the pond|GGHH4x1]] or the [[kitchen|GGHH5x1]] in the haunted house.\n\nEric (now Erin) has adventures to continue in [[the Trek storyline|TrekF2x7]].\n\nEric can also now head into the [[forest|RunForestStart]] when running away to the country.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 10</i></b>\n\n[[Eric can now play as Ranma in the Ranma sim.|RanXNPCStart]]\n\nThere's now a Sailor Mars "cosplayer" for Eric to talk to in [[Worldland|HLMascotsFemale]].\n\nDecided I didn't really like the way [[The Quiet One|quietonestart]] teen male option was set up so I've futzed about with it. Right now I trimmed the starting options down but did some actual content for one.\n\nWilma can now suggest going to [[Fast Felipe's Fabulous Funland|WilmaFunStart]].\n\nEric can now [[touch the phaser rifle in the prop museum|TrekFStart]].\n\n<b><i>Alpha 9</i></b>\n\nMore work on the Tifa sim.\n\nCyan can now [[listen in|GGParent1x1]] on the phone call to her mother.\n\nCyan now also has [[MMOs to choose from|GGCompMMOStart]]\n\nEric can now open one of the coffins in [[the upstairs room of the haunted house|HHHVamp1x1]].\n\nEric can now check out the pigpen on the [["4M" farm path|RunFarm4M1x1]].\n\nSurprise surprise, more Eric. This time, he's [[helping Big Mac with heavy lifting|PonyAM1x2]].\n\nAnd he can also [[put his pants on before heading out of Harold Horse's room|HaroldHorse9x1]].\n\n[[The intro for playing Cloud in the FF7 sim|FF7X3x1]] is up.\n\nAnd still more Eric stuff as he [[deals with the sudden arousal from his magic panties|EllyElephant2x4]].\n\nWilma can now research the forbidden tome <i>[[Animus Vox|WilmaLibrary2x1]]</i> in the Helmuth library.\n\nWilma and the gang's outing to [[Defir House|WilmaHauntStart]] has also received some attention.\n\nAdded Holly's male counterpart [[Buddy|BuddyStart]].\n\nStarted content for Holly's [[November|HollyNovember]].\n\nAnd, as is actually appropriate for a Halloween(-ish) update, [[Holly's October|HollyOctober]].\n\n<hr>\n\n<b><i>Alpha 8</i></b>\n\nAdded [[Holly|HollyStart]] to the young adult female chargen options. Holly's job will be to handle holiday content that doesn't already have convenient thematic elements elsewhere. Christmas comes to mind (outside of having some of the other characters get a random bug up their butt to visit WorldLand and go to Christmasland).\n\nAdded [[AppAssure Industries|MikeAppStart]] option to Mike.\n\nBegan Britney deciding to [[search for Natesh in India|WBrit1x5]].\n\nStarted with Cyan just [[killing time|GGParentStart]] after staying inside on the computer.\n\nStarted Eric [[looking to make some trouble|WLMischiefStart]] at Worldland.\n\nSam can now [[accept a regular beer|DRJ2x2]] from the horsebrother mascots at Worldland.\n\nEric can now choose to play as [[Tifa|FFTLStart]] in the FF7 sim.\n\nStarted Cyan making a move on Leslie in [[the haunted house|GGHH1x4]].\n\nStarted Mike accepting the janitorial position at [[The Boobonic Institute|MikeMSTStart]].\n\nStarted Eric talking to [[Elly the Elephant|EllyElephantStart]].\n\nPicked up Cypher and Koro going after [[Mad Doc Madison|Cypher1x15]].\n\nVarious bits of typofixing, formatting, and under-the-hood improvements that are probably more about my quality of life than yours, but you want me to be happy, right?\n\n<hr>\n\n<b><i>Alpha 7</i></b>\n\nBegan Eric deciding to go to [[Capital City|CapitalCityStart]].\n\nStarted Sam talking to the [[horse mascot trio|DRJStart]] in Worldland.\n\nMade some various typo fixes and switched links around where they'd been improperly assigned before.\n\nStarted on Eric approaching the [[vampire mascots|HWLVampStart]] in [[HalloweenLand|HalloLandStart]].\n\nBegan the [[R position|XDeer1x1]] path from [[Christmasland|XmaslandStart]].\n\nBegan [[Cyan staying inside on her computer.|GGCompStart]]\n\nStarted Eric visiting the [[Haunted House|HauntHouseStart]] in [[HalloweenLand|HalloLandStart]].\n\nAdded two new characters: [[Wilma|WilmaStart]] and [[Mike|MikeStart]]. Also actually put something on [[Celeste's|CelesteStart]] start page.\n\n<hr>\n\n<b><i>Alpha 6</i></b>\n\nTook out the bit in the intro about altering Devious World. Less because I don't want anyone else building on it, more because that was back when it was written in Quest and was much easier for someone to open and edit the game.\n\nContinued the [[Winterlion|Aspareth2x6]] path of Aspareth's School.\n\nFiddled with the style of the horizontal lines. Twine seems to have difficulty with certain styles, no idea why. Eventually found something I liked, so yay, completely pointless "progress"!\n\nAlso minor visual upgrades to text in the [[prop museum|PropMuseumStart]].\n\nAlso over in Hollywoodland, started Eric approaching the [[Princess Jasmine|HLJasmine1x1]] "cosplayer".\n\nSome work on [[Ponyland|PonylandStart]].\n\nWorked on [[Fuckbuddy Ranma|RanPP3x1]] option in the Ranma sim [[Debug Character|RanXDeb1x1]] path.\n\nWorked on Good Cypher taking Koro out on the [[Mad Doc Madison|Cypher1x15]] bounty.\n\n<hr>\n\n<b><i>Alpha 5</i></b>\n\nWorked on [[Dan|youngpunkstart]] heading down to [[Georgia|YPZombie1x1]].\n\nMade some changes to the so-far unstarted bits of Eric's Worldland experience, specifically replacing "Foodland" with [[Christmasland|XmaslandStart]] and "Extremeland" with [[Halloweenland|HalloLandStart]]. Some work on both to get them started. With Halloweenland added, Horrorland is now redundant and a placeholder is stuck in place until I decide what to replace it with.\n\nBegan work on the [[Ranma sim|RanXStart]]'s [[Debug Character|RanXDeb1x1]] option. Then worked on it. And worked on it. And worked on it.\n\nFixed a typo in the "Baal's Buttslut" ending.\n\nDue to popular demand, Placeholderland, formerly Horrorland, has now been replaced by [[Ponyland|PonylandStart]].\n\nWork on the Mai and Chun-Li dickgirl storyline, starting from Eric [[not asking to go to the bathroom|HLMai15x1]]. Light watersports-type stuff and heavy humiliation ahead.\n\n<hr>\n\n<b><i>Alpha 4</i></b>:\n\nMore work on the "[[Sam the Genie|SamGenie1x1]]" storyline [[here|SamGenie1x7]]. Second master after being thoroughly nice to the first one is started, if just barely at this point.\n\nStarted on Jace taking on the [[chupacabra infestation|JaceChupaStart]] in Mexico.\n\nDid a little work on Cyan's [[D&D rogue storyline|GGRogueStart]]\n\n[[Old MacDonald|Sauria7x10]] book option work under the [[Isla Sauria|SauriaStart]] storyline. Furry transformations (including a rather rare one you don't see a lot) ahoy! Currently planning for all three book options to just lead to endings, but could theoretically have the (so far untouched) Curious George option turn into a bit of a longer storyline, if people were interested in life on dinosaur island as a protohuman.\n\nIn other Isla Sauria news, we have the beginning of the alternate path [[where you agree to help the raptors with their superscience|Sauria21x1]]. Hurray, you did the offense against God and nature!\n\nFixed infinite loop link in "[[Cypher asks Dr. Trace questions|Cypher1x6]]" bit. Surprised there's not more problems with this sort of thing considering they're bits that I copypasted from Quest. I will say that one thing I miss about Quest was the easy access to a list of pages I'd already created when making links, hand-typing leads to a lot more of these sorts of issues.\n\nFinally added the [[Adult Female|chargenadultfemale]] option to character generation. Only one potential for now and no work on her yet, but oh boy, people desperate for money!\n\nCreated and started the [[Britney|BritStart]] storyline under [[Young Adult Female|chargenyafemale]], so she can go on archaeological adventures with her sister Jenna. If you're guessing their last name is probably something like "Miners", you're quite likely to be correct.\n\nEirk can finally tell Amanda they'll [[fuck during the trip|ShemaleBarbarian3x24]] under the [[Shemale Barbarian|ShemaleBarbarianStart]] storyline.\n\nContinuation of [[Little Joke kidnapping Sam|FemPalladium8x2]] over at Sam's visit to [[Palladium City|FemPalladiumStart]]. The [[option|FemPalladium2x2]] for Sam to make an excuse for talking during the hostage situation is also available.\n\nMore of Eric's adventures stemming from that damn cursed [[prop museum|PropMuseumStart]], specifically Eric getting turned into a female elf and deciding [[to fight for her chastity|FemaleElf1x1]].\n\nFinally got the other options under [[Teen Male CharGen|chargenteenmale]] started.\n\n<hr>\n\n<b><i>Alpha 3</i></b>:\n \nBegan [[Irene|IreneStart]] storyline under the "middle-aged female" chargen option.\n\nBriefly attempted to have Ai's text be rainbow-colored to go along with her oscilloscope. <i>Briefly</i>. Eyes still not recovered.\n\nBegan [[Thaddeus|ThaddeusStart]] storyline under the "middle-aged male" chargen option. Both the Thaddeus and Irene storylines are varied and comprehensive enough that they're likely to wind up being the only "middle-aged" options for either gender. But we'll see.\n\nAdditions to the "[[camping with Aunt Kelly|CampingStart]]" storyline. [[Heading off into the woods|Camping5x1]] instead of staying at the designated campsite.\n\nStarted the "[[Big Daddy Mac's Beach Volleyball Tournament|DOAStart]]" storyline under Callista's options.\n\nAdded the third option ("Participation Station") to the [[Movie Magic Building|MovieMagicStart]], though still not sure about it (may switch it out for something else later). Will probably be just a series of short transformation vignettes without a ton of branches, nice and easy to add short scenes to later.\n\nAlso began the [[Practical Solutions|PSolStart]] branch under the abovementioned Movie Magic.\n\nStarted the "[[Main House|RunFarmMH1x1]]" branch under the Country-Farm storyline of the [[Runaway|runawaystart]] storyline.\n\nAnd yet more Eric and yet more Worldland with starting the "[[Dudeland|DudelandStart]]" branch. Really need to at least start the other teenage male storylines one of these days.\n\nBegan the "[[Front of the train|Aspareth2x1]]" branch under [[Aspareth's School|AsparethStart]]. Twice the Harry Potter knockoffs with none of the leather pants!\n\nStarted "[[The Curio Room|Camping10x1]]" under the camping with Aunt Kelly branch. You might start to think that Sam and Eric were my two favorite branches to work on. (You'd probably be right. Such freedom. Much potential. Wow.)\n\n<hr>\n\n<b><i>Alpha 2</i></b>: \nPainstakingly transferred content from Quest to Twine. Damn that was a pain. No new content yet. \n(Jan. 10, 2014.)\n\n<hr>\n\n<b><i>Alpha 1</i></b>: \nBegan building game in Quest. Wrote a bunch of content.\n\n[[Back.|Start]]

"Good morning, and welcome to another day at AppAssure Industries."\n\nYou open your eyes and sit up slightly in bed, large muscles propelling you onto your side with a single flex. You smirk at the sight of White MESA standing next to the bed, dressed as she usually is... a lab coat, a collar, and nothing else. Her immensely pregnant belly juts forward in front of her, milk-swollen heavy breasts practically resting atop it. Despite that, she has her usual flat expression in place.\n\n"Reviewing your schedule today for approval." She looks down at her tablet, tapping a few buttons to bring the schedule up. "First, breakfast while I perform fellatio on you. Second, touring the female test subjects acquired since last week to see if any new changes suit your desires. Up to four hours has been scheduled in which you may choose to use them sexually. Any excess time has been penciled in to be used for a massage. At four PM I am scheduled to give birth to your latest offspring, which as usual you have requested to be present for, possibly so that I may fellate you while doing so. I am then allotted an hour's rest before you will reimpregnate me. Do you have any requests for alterations?"\n\nSmirking, you roll onto your back and point at your morning piss-boner. She looks for a moment, then replies dryly, "Ah, of course, I forgot. A thousand pardons." She quickly clambers onto the bed and between your legs, where she places her lips firmly over the very tip of it. One of her hands gently strokes the side of your shaft while her other toys with your balls, encouraging you to relax, which you do, releasing a stream of bright yellow tangy piss right into her mouth. She gulps the stream down unhesitantly, long ago having given up any pretense of reistance at living to serve your whims.\n\nNow <i>that's</i> science!\n\n<b>Mike at AppAssure End</b> - <i>Making science your bitch</i>\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Back to Start.|CharGenMain]]

"The missions sound, uh, y'know... fun," you say, trying to seem nonchalant about it.\n\n"They often can be, yes," Atalanta replies placidly. If she cares about whether your lust for gold has been awakened, she doesn't show it, instead just pointing towards a sort of kiosk that's been set up with a lot of flashing lights and a sign reading 'Missions'. "If you'd like to give them a try, you can accept and turn them in over there."\n\nBidding the rest of your party adieu for the moment, you make your way over through the light crowd, eventually arriving at the booth, where a pretty woman with a long white ponytail, red eyes, and horns smiles at you. "Hello, would you care to accept some Party Missions?" \n\n"I'd like to try it out, yes please," you answer, resting your hands on your hips before remembering how bare and curvy they are. Oh well.\n\n"Alright, since this is your first visit to us tonight, here are a trio of beginner missions to complete. Each is worth one gold coin," she says, proffering a slip of paper with both hands as if formally presenting a business card. "When you've completed and turned in all three, you'll unlock more missions that are worth gold slips."\n\nYou accept the bit of paper and take a look at the lines:\n\n'Eat five pumpkin cookies.\nHand out ten bat cookies.\nDrink a pint of pumpkin ale.'\n\n... Huh! Well, these are... not bad at all! Seriously, you're going to get paid gold coins to eat cookies and drink beer? These missions really are the best! You cheerfully head to the bar area and request a pint of pumpkin ale, sipping the dark and faintly orangeish stuff as you make your way to one of the food tables next. Admittedly the directive to eat five pumpkin cookies isn't a <i>complete</i> breeze... the cookies turn out to be a bit smaller than your palm and fairly thick, but they're delicious and you seem to have a bit more of a stomach than you did before. (Isn't there something in anime about how martial artists are all bottomless pits when it comes to food? Looks like you're benefitting from your costume again!) You bundle up a number of the bat cookies and try to hand them out to other partygoers, and are only having middling success until you learn to approach the men and give your shoulders an extra fling when you thrust a cookie towards them. That seems to convince most of them that yes they'd absolutely <i>love</i> a bat-shaped cookie thank you, and you soon find your way back to the mission kiosk, waggling your empty pint glass. You're not sure how to prove the cookies, now that you think of it, but the red-eyed woman just smiles.\n\n"Looks like you completed your first three missions! Here you are," she adds, setting a small stack of gold coins on the table. They're about the size of silver dollars, and have Lizzie's beaming face engraved on the visible side of them. You pick one up and glance at the other side... it's her tail lifted to show off a pair of striped panties. ... Heads and tails, cute. "Here are your next three missions, if you'd like to do them," she adds, holding out another slip of paper.\n\nExpecting something like 'Try the queso' or 'Dance with someone you don't know', you accept the paper and look... and wind up staring.\n\n'Flash your tits at ten people.\nFlash your pussy at five people.\nFlash your asshole at one person.'\n\n"Uhhhhh." Your face coloring, you lift your head to look at the white-haired woman.\n\n"The missions aren't just to make the party more fun for <i>you</i>," she notes, raising her eyebrows.\n\n<hr>\n[[Well. Alright then.|BuddyFHP]]\n\n[[Nope, you're out.|BuddyFHP]]

<b>September 4, 2018</b>\n* Small formatting updates.\n* Cyan can take part in the "[[helicopter parent|GGDog10x4]]" program at the Winterbury Kennel.\n* Cyan can also take the [[GoPro|GGDog5x3]] she was wearing due to dreams of Svarog over to Leslie's.\n* As a Rakshasa tiefling, Cyan can [[continue her relationship with Vera|GGTief3x5]].\n<b>September 5, 2018</b>\n* Jamie can choose to deal with crowd overload by [[hiding|QOBro1x4]] during his brother's party.\n<b>September 6, 2018</b>\n* More Jamie stuff.\n<b>September 7, 2018</b>\n* Yup, more Jamie stuff.\n<b>September 8, 2018</b>\n* Eric the boy fairy can now elect to become Queen Tania's [[King Consort|MiniEric2x7]]. Much of the Eric-in-fairyland content has also had its formatting brought into line with current standards. (I know there are lots of typos, I'm going to try to tackle them soon.)\n<b>September 10, 2018</b>\n* Stuff of male fairy Eric becoming [[King Consort|MiniEric2x7]].\n<b>September 11, 2018</b>\n* Girl fairy Eric can now elect to try and [[push the pike back in the water|MiniEric4x2]]\n* Or [[fly off in a panic|MiniEric1x2]] after first being changed.\n<b>September 12, 2018</b>\n* More of Eric having stumbled into the land of dark fairies.\n<b>September 13, 2018</b>\n* Vidya witch Cyan can make a fighting game, [[SIMFITE|GGCandy5x9]]\n<b>September 14, 2018</b>\n* More work on SIMFITE.\n* It's getting to be skurry season again, time to work on the horror-themed content! Thusly, [[Wilma and Tanya|WilmaFun3x1]] can explore a bit more of Felipe's Funland.\n<b>September 17, 2018</b>\n* Cyan and friends can go looking for the room with all the statues, AKA the [[art gallery|GGHH13x1]], in the haunted house.\n<b>September 18, 2018</b>\n* More of Cyan and friends messing about in the art gallery.\n<b>September 19, 2018</b>\n* One of the other books Wilma found in [[the library|WilmaLibraryStart]] can be read. There's also some more stuff under Animus Vox... whew, been wanting to write that bit for ages.\n<b>September 20, 2018</b>\n* Jamie can now elect to provide [[Denver Sunrise|QOKevPorn7x2]] for the goth Halloween party.\n<b>September 21, 2018</b>\n* Holly can now decide she will indeed [[become a witch|HollyWitch1x2]] when Zane suggests it.\n<b>September 24, 2018</b>\n* Cyan has a reaction to Leslie's altered appearance after [[smearing glowing moss|GGHH4x5]] on herself.\n* Demon-Cyan can go see [[the owner of the haunted house|GGHH24x2]].\n<b>September 26, 2018</b>\n* Cyan can [[agree to Demon Lord Eidam's demand|GGHH27x3]].\n<b>September 27, 2018</b>\n* Worked on Holly having fog-powered [[pumpkin punch|HollyOct4x1]] with Felicity and Selina. Redid the options, decided I didn't like the old ones.\n<b>September 28, 2018</b>\n* More on demon-Cyan going to see Mr. Shandor.

* <b>Main</b>: Lord Aurik can play with new targets in the Oversight Room of the [[Trikeron sim|TrikeronStart]]. (Due to the way this section of the game works, all links to new content will need to go to the starting passage.)\n* <b>Main</b>: Monk Cyan can now [[listen to the fortuneteller|GGMonk11x9]] for Kovam's sake.\n* <b>Main</b>: Holly, when going to a Halloween party as a sex slave, can now choose [[none of the collar tags|HollyOct6x2]].\n* Kasumi is now available in the Trikeron sim.\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can now touch the hand phaser in the [[high-tech section|PropMuseumWeapHiTech]] of the prop museum.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cypher in Jeanne's body can [[admit they're Cypher|Cypher7x1]] when confronted by Nyx and Hanlon.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can [[state her favorite monster|GGMon1x1]] when giving Dean the T-shirt.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can decide to [[not be hasty|GGParent13x7]] when discussing her father's sleepwalking with her mother.\n* <b>Main</b>: Eric can now use "[[enhancements|RanDeb1x6]]" on female Ranma. Earlier, he can also take her [[somewhere more remote|RanDeb1x4]] for playing with.

<b>December 3, 2018</b>\n* And so we head into the last DW build of 2018. And we start with a few things of [[cherub Jamie and the married woman|ChJa2x1]].\n<b>December 4, 2018</b>\n* Moar cherub Jamie.\n<b>December 6, 2018</b>\n* Eric-as-Commander Erin can now [[agree to let the Raptarran fuck her|TrekF5x3]] in exchange for technological secrets.\n<b>December 7, 2018</b>\n* More Fuck Trek stuff.\n* Eric-Ranma can [[hurry past|FRanX5x3]] the cum-bloated Kasumi in her quest to save Akane.\n<b>December 8, 2018</b>\n* More Ranma stuff, including being able to drain Kasumi instead.\n<b>December 10, 2018</b>\n* Jamie now has answers to give when visiting [[Honesty's Reward|QODS2x4]].\n<b>December 11, 2018</b>\n* Holly can now [[untie one of the reindeer on her roof|HollyXmas5x2]].\n<b>December 12, 2018</b>\n* Jamie can now agree to [[abandon the normal life|QOSuc3x2]] and run off with Mary.\n<b>December 13, 2018</b>\n* More of Jamie's adventures in the isekai world Mary secured for his enjoyment.\n<b>December 14, 2018</b>\n* A bit of a classic, [[Anubilis tormenting Rei|HLSenshi20x1]] (with donkey transformation).\n<b>December 17, 2018</b>\n* Some of the options under Maya and Jamie playing with the [[Magic Book|QOMaya1x1]] have been removed for either being too difficult to convey in this medium, or for overlapping too much with other content.\n* Speaking of which, "Magickez Mozt Forbihden" is now available.\n* Cyan can now purchase the [[Lone Survivor|GGMCE8x1]] costume from the clothing emporium.\n<b>December 19, 2018</b>\n* Some stuff for Cyan to do with [[Poison Alter|GG-FF-PAStart]] in SIMFITE.\n<b>December 20, 2018</b>\n* Eric-as-Homura can now [[patrol the halls|Homura1x3]] after taking the palace guard job.\n<b>December 21, 2018</b>\n* More of Jamie and Maya poking at the Forbidden Magic section of the book. (Jamie has also been given a last name. Unless I have already given him a last name and forgotten it, in which case I am a doof.)\n<b>December 26, 2018</b>\n* Cyan can now elect to [[get some toys|GGParent3x8]] to enhance her toying with Karen.\n<b>December 31, 2018</b>\n* Cyan can suggest she and her mother [[calm down|GGCandy4x1]] after their blue candy-fueled futa fucking.

You eye him a little suspiciously, still waiting for the 'Ha, gotcha!', but when it doesn't seem to be coming you carefully compose your words. "I mean, that sounds... interesting. But you've got to admit it's pretty fantastical, too. Would you mind showing me some sort of proof, or...?"\n\nMarius chuckles. "Good, good, if you'd just jumped right to believing me I'd have probably thought you were soft in the head." He glances to the side at his desk, which bears an assortment of paperweights. One, a glass orb, starts lifting into the air as Marius lightly moves his hand, the motion too smooth and steady to be the result of a hidden string. Your eyes widen as it does a slow orbit around his head, with him slipping his hand in a few circles around it to fully demonstrate the lack of any supports before plucking it out of the air. "While I'll give you that a talented magician could likely pull such a thing off even with you being a few feet away, it would be a bit much for a prank, no?"\n\n"I... yeah, okay," you allow with a nod. You could go on doubting all day, but something about that just... felt... authentic, like part of your brain could already tell that he was moving the glass ball with his mind, not magnets or air currents or something. "You're for real I guess. And you're saying I can do stuff like that too?"\n\n"Almost certainly. I already had the lab prepared earlier in hopes you'd say yes," he admits, setting the paperweight back down before gesturing you back out of the office and into the hallway. "Once you've undergone the treatment we'll do a few tests, then do a little paperwork to transfer you from one of your current classes into the IAS course so that you can spend that class time training and doing other tests. And, of course, gradually joining in the research proper as you progress."\n\nSo superpowers and an easy A class? This deal gets better and better! You follow Marius into an obvious lab area where there's some sort of chair set up, and a few other students (both male and female) working various bits of equipment. At Marius's urging you have a seat in the chair, trying not to squirm as a pair of the other lab-coated students come over to draw some blood and then give you several injections. "What's this stuff?" you ask as the third one is being given, which might be a little late to start getting concerned, but.\n\n"It's complicated, but basically they put your body into a 'receptive' state for the changes we're going to induce," she replies, placing a small bandage over the injection site. "In a few weeks we'll go over what's actually in them and what they do, you should understand it then."\n\n"Alright, Gwyn, this helmet will start the process of awakening your potential," Marius explains as he walks over, holding up a silvery thing that looks a lot like a VR helmet. He slips it carefully over the top of your head, briefly plunging you into darkness before the screens in the visor light up and start showing a lot of soothing, shifting colors. "Do your best to relax and clear your mind."\n\nYou almost nod but stop yourself, not wanting to shift the helmet if it's actually beaming gamma radiation or vita rays or something into your brain. Instead you-\n\n<hr>\n[[Meditate and consider the possibilities.|GwynPsi]]\n\n[[Focus on the colors.|GwynPsi1x2]]\n\n[[Think about all the kinky sex you'll be able to have.|GwynPsi]]

The colors are probably there to help with the whole thing of focusing and clearing your mind, right? So you do your best to just watch them... shifting, rolling, washing over you, running through you, colors all through your mind and body and-\n\nYou actually blink as they lift the helmet off your head, slightly jarring you back to the real world. "Huh? Already?"\n\nThere are a few amused smiles from the crew as Marius says, "It's been forty-five minutes. But that's a good sign that you let yourself go and the process probably was able to take hold. Now..." He wheels over a small tray on which there's a twenty-sided die. "Try to nudge this. With your mind, obviously."\n\nYou glance at him, then turn to stare at the die, wondering how you're even supposed to start. Still, trying to take it seriously, you focus all your attention on the die, then do your best to picture it tumbling over and landing on a good number. It wiggles just slightly... then actually does rattle across the metal surface of the tray it's in as if someone had given the stand a good kick, even though no one's near it. It even comes to a rest with the twenty face-up!\n\nIndeed, those watching seem impressed, including Marius. "Did you actually try to make it do that?" At your nod, he grins. "That's one of the more potent reactions we've had. I think you're going to be a great addition to this team, Gwyn."\n\nOver the next few months, you regularly attend 'class' in the science building... well, it's an actual class, it's on your schedule now and everything, and even involves a classroom a lot of the time, it's just that you're learning about how the brain works and practicing your new skills such as telekinesis, telepathy, even remote viewing. (You're also occasionally just doing boring little tests while sensors are hooked up to or aimed at you, though you never thought moving things with your mind would become boring.) All of your other, more normal classes have become a piece of cake as well... your brain just absorbs information effortlessly, and compiles it into neat organized methods of access for when you need to write papers or essays. In fact after a few weeks you start learning to hold back a little bit because you think the teachers were starting to get a little intimidated. (Which you really try not to let go to your head, lest you go full-on 'Puny mortals!' or something.)\n\nOne day after you've settled into your seat in the small classroom (of which you're the only actual 'student'), Marius walks in instead of one of the other handful of psi-active students that often take turns teaching you. "Gwyn, your progress has been great," he says as he leans against the side of a desk. "Not quite as rapid as we thought it might be, but then that initial test probably made us get a little overexcited in our estimates. I wanted to talk to you about where you'd like to focus."\n\n"You mean like, finally declare a major?"\n\n"Sort of but not quite. I meant a focus in your abilities. You've already learned the basics of reading and projecting thoughts, telekinesis, remote viewing, biological manipulations, and the other minor abilities that come with unlocking this part of your brain. But our testing so far has shown that your abilities will only truly shine if you pick one of them to focus on."\n\n"So I can only be good at one thing?" you ask with a frown.\n\n"It's quite likely that you'll continue to grow stronger in everything the more you use your abilities, but yes by doing your best to focus on one aspect, it will probably become much more potent than if you were to just continue developing as a generalist. This is an important part of our project, examining the changes that the brain and our abilities undergo as we develop them in different ways, so we really need you to pick one."\n\n<hr>\n[[Choose telepathy.|GwynPsi]]\n\n[[Choose telekinesis.|GwynPsi]]\n\n[[Choose remote viewing.|GwynPsi]]\n\n[[Choose biological alteration.|GwynPsi]]\n\n[[No! You refuse to be held back!|GwynPsi]]

"And what exactly is that supposed to mean?" Professor Hawker scowls at you, unaware that you're moving your fingers slightly to activate the controls for your chemical mixing gear as you concentrate and exhale. "Are you one of my class students complaining about the homework? Or is it my twitter that's upset you?" she demands, well and truly derailed, and with no idea that inside your coat and mask the vapor you've exhaled is being sucked up, processed to create more of it and its effects enhanced. "Listen, I'll have you know, I'm educating people! New Year's Eve <i>is</i> astrologically insignificant, and it combats ignorance to-" She starts as the vents on your mask exhale a pale white smoke that drifts right around her, practically fogging in her face as she coughs. "W-what is this? Perfume?! Smells like jasmine, and-" She shakes her head, obviously feeling her mind start to fog.\n\n"Just relax, Professor," you say soothingly, the audio from the speakers in the mask calibrated to more easily align with her brainwaves, letting your words slip deeper into her consciousness than they otherwise would. The vents exhale another cloud of vapor as you continue. "Just let the nice, relaxing smell clear your mind."\n\n"I... it does smell nice, but what... what's happening, I... it's hard to think," she stammers, staggering back a bit now in fear as her eyes grow glassy, though even that reaction is muted, and she winds up looking around as if uncertain of where she even is.\n\n"That's fine. You don't need to think. You can just stop entirely. Doesn't that sound nice?" you continue, vents puffing out small bits of fog almost as punctuation. "Feel your mind calming. Emptying. The constant clamor of thoughts in your head agitating you, disturbing you, is getting quieter and quieter, more peaceful, more serene."\n\n"But... ... no, I... like to think," she murmurs, obviously still struggling, but barely able to string those words together, and not sounding entirely convincing when she does. She looks at you more curiously than anything now, as if having trouble remembering anything from more than a few moments ago.\n\n"Do you? It's such a burden, though, isn't it? Thinking, planning, overthinking, struggling, the anxiety," you continue in a smooth, sympathetic voice, continuing to use that calming cadence as you approach. "You need a nice, long vacation from it. One where you don't think at all. Don't you agree?"\n\n"... vacation..." she murmurs, arms now settling to her sides and shoulders slumping, eyes heavy-lidded.\n\n"That's right, a vacation. A nice, long vacation. As long as you like. You won't have to come back until I tell you to," you continue, giving one last puff of vapor in her face. "Until then you can just stop. Thinking. Entirely."\n\nWith your words, the rest of the tension leaves her body, and her face goes slack, becoming a blank mask, eyes completely empty. You raise your hand a bit to snap your fingers in front of her eyes and near her ears. No reaction. Then you speak again. "Can you hear me?"\n\n"Yes," she murmurs faintly, voice flat and monotone.\n\n"Raise your right hand."\n\n"Yes," she repeats, lifting her hand in a smooth motion until it's over her head, wrist limp.\n\n"Alright, put it down." She immediately drops her arm. "And call me Master from now on."\n\n"Yes, Master," she murmurs, immediately letting her arm go limp again.\n\nGood. She's basically on autopilot now, her brain empty and simply responding to the special frequency of your mask's speakers. Now, the next step...\n\n<hr>\n[[... make more drones.|GasGwyn]]\n\n[[... "test" this drone.|GasGwyn2x2]]

"Drone, lead me to your office, and when we get there, strip," you command.\n\n"Yes, Master," the professor-turned-drone answers flatly, turning and walking down the hall with a slightly mechanical gait, leaving you strolling along after her. She shows you the way into a not particularly large but nicely-appointed office in a style featuring a lot of steel and glass. For the moment ignoring the drone as she starts removing her clothes with even, efficient movements, you circle the desk to sit down in the chair, eyeing the mirrored wall to one side. "Is there anything behind there?"\n\n"An observation room," the drone replies. "Sometimes I have students take makeup tests in my office. I use the observation room to see if they cheat."\n\nMy my, she is quite the strict one, isn't she? Or, was, you guess as you look her up and down. Large breasts that have sagged a bit with the years but still look decent enough. Rounded hips, thick black bush covering her crotch. You point in front of yourself. "Come here and do a slow circle so I can look at you."\n\n"Yes, Master." The drone moves to stand where you indicated and slowly turns in place. Oh, hey, she actually has a really fantastic ass, kind of fat but in a really good shape.\n\n"Good," you acknowledge as she finishes her turn, leaning back in the chair and stretching your legs out, spreading them a bit. "Now, blow me."\n\n"Yes, Master," the naked drone monotones, unhesitatingly moving to settle to her knees in front of you and undo your fly, pulling your stiff cock free. She leans forward and, blank expression never changing, slides her mouth over your prick and down, swallowing you in one single stroke without any hint of a gag reflex. She then begins bobbing her head up and down in long, mechanical strokes, staring directly ahead at your lap as she does.\n\n'Hm, interesting,' you muse as your new toy acts like... well, a toy. No creativity, obviously, that's a bit of a loss... probably only stores and retains information now. But your commands seem to directly bypass any typical bodily reactions so that she can obey you. Which makes you wonder if she can control said reactions. "Drone, have your pussy get wet." Though you obviously can't see anything from here, the sensors you built into your mask do register an increase in certain scents. "Wetter than that." Ah, now you can see arousal dripping down her thighs, and here and there falling in droplets off of the damp black curls you can see. "Alright, get up and bend over the desk," you order.\n\n"Yes, Master," the drone answers as she lifts her mouth off of your cock, immediately rising to her feet and bending over, tits pressing against the glass surface. You rise and move behind her, not wasting any time shoving into her dripping, black-furred pussy and starting to pump in quick, smooth thrusts, mostly just using her cunt to pleasure yourself in the slow, even way that fits with your 'natural high'. Letting your mind wander a bit as you make use of your drone's hole, you look over her desk, reaching over to pick up a picture with one hand and giving her ass a slap with the other hand, the drone's expression not so much as flickering at the impact, her eyes simply fixed straight forward at the wall. \n\n"Is this your family, drone?" you ask, eyeing the image of the stern woman now bent obediently over the desk, dressed little less severely than her office guard, standing with a sort of blandly handsome man and a twenty-something woman who looks like a prettier, slightly more cheerful and laid-back version of herself.\n\n"Yes, Master," the drone replies simply, apparently unruffled by having her pussy stuffed with another man's cock as she discusses her husband and daughter.\n\n"And what do they do, hm?"\n\n"My husband is a poet." Oh wow, either that's a case of opposites attracting or he must be a really awful poet. Maybe both. "My daughter is a graduate student of mechanical engineering at this school."\n\n"Oh? She done anything interesting?" you ask, almost idly sticking your thumb into your flat-faced slave's asshole as you urge her to tell her dominator about her daughter.\n\n"She designed and refurbished the ventilation system for this building," the drone answers immediately.\n\nOho, now that's very useful information. Grinning, you pull your cock out of the drone's sopping, dripping pussy and give it a few quick strokes with your hand, unloading all over her ass as you tell her, "Alright, drone, then the next thing we need to do is turn your daughter into my mindless slave, just like you."\n\n"Yes, Master," she answers, still bent over and with her now jizz-smeared ass offered, as if it were of no consequence to her what you'd just said.\n\nYou look the drone over. Hmmmm. Before you bring in the daughter tomorrow, though, you definitely need to do one thing.\n\n<hr>\n[[Have the drone open up all the IAS project files.|GasGwyn]]\n\n[[Have the drone shower.|GasGwyn]]

You waffle a bit more mentally, but finally you admit you'd really like to get this settled... and you'd also really kind of like to feel that intense feeling from that night again. If you can do it without questioning your sexuality, all the better. "F-fine, I'll... I'll let... I mean... if you'd do it for me," you murmur, with a blush you can feel all the way in your ears.\n\n"Mmm'kaaaay," Liam coos, eyes practically glowing with delight. "Why don't you get undressed and lay back on the bed, then?"\n\nYou bite your lower lip, but nod and walk over to the bed as you unbutton your jeans. You sit down to toe out of your shoes, then jump a little as you notice Liam also pushing his jeans down. "H-hey, I thought you were just gonna-!"\n\n"Hey, I didn't say I wouldn't get turned on by it!" Liam protests with overblown innocence, putting his fingertips to his chest. Then he grins again. "Relax, I'm just getting comfortable," he assures you, lifting his shirt up some to flash the bulge in the front of his little white panties at you. "I promise not to put my dick in you again. Unless you ask me to."\n\nBlushing and muttering, you lift your ass and shove your jeans and underwear down and off. "Is it okay doing this on the bedspread?"\n\n"Relax, the comforter's insanely stain resistant, trust me I got it for exactly that reason." Liam saunters over to the bed and clambers up onto the foot of it, holding a bag that he plunks down beside your legs. "Not gonna take off your shirt? You might get it messy."\n\n"I'll take the risk," you assert, having decided that at least keeping one article of clothing on makes you feel less vulnerable.\n\n"Fine by me, you look cute in it anyway. Now, lift your legs, hands under your knees, and pull back," he chirps.\n\nBoy that kind of backfired. For all your hopes of preserving some modesty, now here you are spreading and pulling on your legs like a girl in a porno, displaying your pucker and your half-hard cock to the boy who so recently fucked you. Liam at least has the good grace not to leer, instead just seeming cheerful but aotherwise almost businesslike as he uses a large, pump-top bottle of lube to coat several fingers. You give a bit of an 'mmf' as he strokes a finger around your hole, then slowly pushes it inside. "H-hey, what are you doing...?"\n\n"It's good to get your hole prepped, y'know," he replies with even cheer, swirling the finger around inside your ass as you squirm, and stroking it in and out a few times, before slowly pushing a second one into you as well, twisting them around. "Make sure it's all good and slick in there, do some initial stretching..."\n\nYou try not to let your breath shudder much as you let it out, but are unable to help a bit more wiggling, especially as you can feel your cock stiffening up a bit more. "You didn't do that the other night," you point out a bit sulkily.\n\n"Welllll I admit that I wanted the first thing you ever felt inside of you to be my cock," Liam admits just as brightly as ever. You try to glower at him a bit but it's sort of hard to make it convincing when you're laying on his bed, feet in the air, getting slowly finger-fucked by him. "Hey, you agreed to things, I was just enjoying the situation. As I recall you came at <i>least</i> three times around me so you can't complain too much."\n\nYou'd like to, oh how you'd like to. But you're busy muffling it as you start letting out little gasps and almost-moans just from his fingers. Then he dips a hand in the bag, and comes up with a flesh-tone one that looks like it came from the bin at the bottom. He squirts more lube into his palm and begins slathering the thing's shaft, grinning at your blushing face as he does, before finally bringing it down and pressing the tip to your glistening, slick hole.\n\n"Now, I know you can take this," he asserts as he slowly pushes it in, and you can't help but let out a soft moan fully as the long, slender shaft spreads you open and slides inside. "Because doesn't it feel a bit familiar, hm?"\n\n'D-dammit, it's his cock,' you realize, shivering harder than ever as it slides into you. That's why the collection of 'plain' dildos at the bottom looked so familiar... you'd had the basis for them in both your mouth and your ass. Still, Liam's right... it does feel both familiar and good as it slowly pushes inside you, until the rubber balls are pressing against your skin. Your cock is fully hard now, smearing pre against your belly and the folds of your shirt as Liam starts smoothly stroking it in and out.\n\n"So how's it feel, Gwyn?" the other boy asks after a few minutes, during which you've started breathing harder, several times closing your eyes and leaning your head back. "Do you like it?"\n\n"I..." You try to control yourself some as your first word comes out as almost a moan itself, a shiver running through your body as Liam gently twists the dildo inside your ass, wiggling it around to work it against your lubed-up inner walls. "I like it, yeah," you admit, panting out breaths between your lightly-spread lips. Denying it seems pointless with your almost achingly-hard cock on display, and since you've given in that much you give in further, slipping one of your hands forward, letting your arm hold your leg up so that you can wrap a hand around yourself and start stroking lightly. "It... it feels good..."\n\n"Mmm, the dildo in your ass feels good?" Liam coos, obviously enjoying teasing you a bit as he speeds up the strokes of the dildo inside you, light squishing noises from the lube dripping off of it reaching your ears, the feel of it dribbling down your skin making you shudder as it mingles with the pleasure.\n\n"Yes," you admit with less hesitation this time, almost whimpering... then you gasp a little as he slips it out, leaving you shivering and feeling rather empty. "H-hey..."\n\n"Well, we seem to have discovered that you like anal penetration!" Liam chirps, eyes twinkling impishly as he grins at your face. "Which was why we were doing this, right?"\n\nYou pause with your hand on your cock. Oh. That was right. "Y-yeah... yeah, I guess."\n\n"Mm. Although..." Liam puts a fingertip to his lower lip, making a show of tapping it thoughtfully as he glances upward. "I <i>did</i> put a small assortment of dildos into the bag on the idea it might take us some experimentation. So I <i>guess</i> we could keep going, and try some other things. You know, in the name of you helping try out my collection, if nothing else." Then his wicked grin returns, as he continues, "Depends on what you want, though."\n\n<hr>\n[[You want to keep trying dildos.|GwynLiam1x7]]\n\n[[You want to leave now.|GwynLiam]]\n\n[[You want Liam to fuck you.|GwynLiam]]

<b>Devious World</b> Build Alpha 98-M\n\nDevious World is a Choose Your Own Adventure style game. Thus there is no combat and no puzzles. It's purely about enjoying the story and getting to the good stuff without having to worry about grinding your stats or bumping into an overpowered monster for your level.\n\nDevious World is also an adult game, intended for mature audiences. It is entirely a work of fiction; all characters are fictional, all situations are fictional, nothing is drawn from real life. Fantasy is heavily stressed over reality. All characters are written by a legal adult, so should be considered to be portrayed by legal adults whatever their stated ages in the narrative may be.\n\nThis game primarily focuses around normal, everyday people who tend to go out and encounter very unusual, unique things. For some of them these may simply be extraordinary and interesting opportunities they've previously only seen in movies, for others it may be something they never even imagined. Sometimes their choices lead to very sensible, rational differences in what happens... sometimes their choices lead them to wildly divergent paths. \n\nOnce you the player make a choice, the character lives in a world where only what happens and what they learn from that choice exists... the world as it is following one choice could be completely different than the one in which they made another choice. Storylines are not canon to each other.\n\n[[I am over 18 and I wanna play!|CharGenMain]]\n\n[[Useful information|IntroInfo]]\n\n[[Fetish List]]\n\n[[Acknowledgements]]\n\n[[Version History]]\n\n[[Disclaimer]]

Well, that's the most obvious choice, you can just glance in and take a peek at whatever he likes to hang up, you figure. You walk over and pull open the swing-out doors, the lights at the top automatically coming on.\n\n'Ah,' you think with a slightly flat expression. 'There they are.'\n\nOnly a fairly small part of the wardrobe is actually set up to hang up jackets and shirts. Most of the interior has been refitted into shelves, and on those shelves are... dildos. Well, you also see vibrators, a couple of masturbation sleeves, and... honestly a few things you're not entirely sure what they are. They're all set up like some other people would display action figures or statuettes, and you guess Liam's artistic sensibilities are on display here because there's some interesting color arrangements... not just of the toys' groupings but of some of the toys themselves, a number of them featuring interesting gradiants and sparkly colors.\n\n'Where did he even get some of these?' you can't help but think, noticing some of the odder shapes. Are all of these bought from stores? Is he rich or something to afford that many high-end weird dildos? (You just assume they must be pricey, somehow, it's not like you've ever priced a... tentacle, yourself.) You kind of think he might have made at least some of them himself, especially since you notice that there's a plastic tub at the bottom with a lot of similar-looking dildos in various colors just kind of piled together. Actually they're all sort of vaguely familiar-looking somehow... eh, probably they're just a generic mold and you've seen them in porn videos. \n\n<hr>\n[[Keep pondering the odd, lewd collection.|GwynLiam1x5]]\n\n[[... snag one...|GwynLiam]]

It's really just such a... colorful and pretty and lewd display. Liam must be quite a good artist because you find yourself as enraptured by all the colors and shapes arranged together as you've ever been by an art installation at a museum.\n\n"See anything you like?"\n\n"BWUH!" you jump a little and stagger to the side, bumping the door of the wardrobe and causing a lot of wobbling from the shelves' contents, like a forest of weird dicks swaying gently in the breeze. Liam snickers at you, eyes dancing as he glances from them back to you.\n\n"Fun little collection, huh?"\n\n"It's, um... it's very artistic," you allow, your face completely red as you glance away. \n\n"I think so too, thank you," he chirps happily, looking back at the arrangement with obvious pride. "You know, I've thought several times about actually doing it as a display piece, but I feel like the aesthetic enjoyment would just get lost in people looking for some sort of message. 'Ooo, he's saying that what we hide away can be the most beautiful thing of all!' No I'm not I just make really nice-looking dildos," he asserts, folding his arms.\n\n"Eheh. You made 'em, huh?" You rub the back of your neck, glancing upward, now finding it almost as hard to look at Liam as it is to look at the sex toys with Liam in the room.\n\n"Not all of them but a lot of them, both the odd and the mundane." Liam grins, pink eyes twinkling as he tilts his head a bit. "You wanna try one?"\n\n"Er, I mean, you know I'm-"\n\n"I know, I know. But I'm betting one of the reasons you came over is that you're still trying to wrap your head around how good last night felt," he notes, grinning even wider at your renewed blush and reluctant nod. "Well, it might be that you just like anal stimulation, hm? If that's all it is, it could certainly lay your mind to rest to try something that isn't an actual cock in there."\n\n"Are... are you offering to lend me one? I mean, is that... even hygenic?"\n\n"All of them are hygenic, I promise, I have a very thorough cleaning regimine. I also have some that have never been used that I could give you. But I was actually thinking it might be best if you let me use them on you instead." At your widened eyes, he laughs. "Well, ass-play can be uncomfortable, among other things, if you don't do it right. If you wind up just clumsily jamming it in, you're not gonna really discover whether the penetration was what you liked, and you'll go on wondering. I, on the other hand, am well-experienced with both butts and dildos and can promise you that if that's what got you off, you'll know soon enough."\n\n<hr>\n[[Take one.|GwynLiam]]\n\n[[Have him use one on you.|GwynLiam1x6]]

Really it's less like you make a decision and more like while you're considering making a decision, Liam's hands on your sides and back are urging you up onto the bed and you're just sort of going along with him. And that's how you find yourself on your knees, leaning your head down onto the pillow as he runs his hands over your ass, cooing at you that you have a really cute asshole right before he asks Maria to pass him some lube.\n\nHoly shit you're doing this, you think as you hear the cap being popped on the tube. You bring your hands up to grip the sheets just in front of the pillow, your breath huffing out in hot puffs over the surface of it as you listen to the soft, squelching noises of Liam rubbing the stuff all over his prick. You're... you're actually going to get fucked in the ass by another guy. But it's all for the sake of getting Maria all worked up so that she jumps in, right? you think, shifting your eyes over towards her, watching her settle back into the chair and spread her legs as if actually displaying that warm, dripping pussy for you, as if she were saying 'Here it is, the finish line, you've just gotta keep going!'\n\nAnd you're looking right at it when you feel something pressing against you, before Liam's cock presses your asshole open and starts sliding inside. Your eyes widen briefly before you press them closed, moaning muffledly into the pillow at the feel of something actually pushing inside you, spreading your walls open, hot and slick and you can almost feel it throbbing as he just seems to push deeper and deeper inside of you. Liam's hands grip against your hips... you have another boy's hands on your hips as he pushes his cock into you, like you were a girl, like you were the one with the hot wet pussy just waiting... as he penetrates deeper and deeper inside you, you just can't get over the realization that you have a cock in you and it just keeps going and going until you can feel his hips against your ass and something brushing against your balls.\n\nAnd then he's fucking you, he's actually fucking you, you're being fucked by another guy as his cock pumps into you slow and smooth, and as if just to drive everything home, his balls slap gently and rhythmically against yours. You can't help but keep moaning out, the sound even getting louder as you turn your head without thinking about it, no longer muffled by the pillow. It feels... weird, you're going to go with weird, but not bad, really... really hot and really slick, you think with a shiver as he leans forward over you, hands running up your sides and back down, gripping your waist and pulling you back against him a bit more as he starts gradually picking up speed. That's really all you can think, really all you can focus on, you're being fucked, you're being fucked by a guy, you have a cock in your ass, you have a cock fucking your ass, you have-\n\nYou gasp out loudly as something hot and wet engulfs the head of your own cock and quickly swallows it down, sheathing part of it in something tight and gripping and sucking. You look down to find that Maria's slipped partly onto the bed and beneath you, and is even now eagerly suckling and gulping down your prick as Liam fucks you from behind, his thrusts lightly nudging you against her lips. Her beautiful, perfect breasts are lifted up high, that lovely body stretched out on display before you as she sucks you off, her tongue practically worshiping your pole even as another boy's balls slap against yours. The sensation, the sight, the realization, it's all too much and with an overloaded whimper you spill into Maria's mouth, your cock twitching and filling her mouth and throat with your load. But when you do your ass squeezes down hard, making Liam's cock feel all the bigger, and two things happen almost simultaneously... he thrusts forward deep and you can feel something hot spreading deep inside you, and your ass clamping down on him hits something and leaves you bucking and crying out, spurting all the more powerfully into Maria's mouth as your mind is overcome by a white haze.\n\nEverything after that is a little fuzzy, as if your overloaded brain stopped quite entirely processing all the information it was receiving. You're fairly sure that Liam fucked you two more times, with Maria using her mouth on your cock and balls all throughout, as well as licking your belly and sucking your nipples, her hands running over your body with that near-worshipful manner as she watches her pink-haired friend pump his prick into your pucker. You're also pretty sure that she kissed you at length a couple of times... and so did Liam. Again. It's all a jumbled, mixed-up haze of half-remembered pleasure that ends with you bidding them both a distant good evening after exchanging numbers. Even once you've returned to your dorm room with a seemingly unaware and cheerful Allen and collapsed into bed for sleep, the feeling of being slightly disconnected from reality won't go away.\n\nYou spend the next day gradually coming out of your haze and trying to process everything that happened the other day, and dealing with the random blushes and half-hardons it causes. There's plenty of leftover sensations all across your body that make it hard to think about anything else, but you still manage to act normal. You think. You guess. If you can act normal maybe things... are normal? Or something. You're still not quite sure what to make of any of it, other than that last night felt... really good, you think as you lay in bed that night, trying to ignore your completely stiff prick where it's pinned partially between your leg and the mattress, Allen's sleeplike breathing trying to assure you that it would be safe to give yourself quick relief, but your mind still a little too unsettled to do so.\n\nIt's around ten in the morning on... well, the day after the day after... when your phone bleeps at you twice in quick succession. You slip it out of your pocket and look, then stare. Both Liam and Maria have asked you to come over to their place and hang out. Which means, well, obviously you should go over to Maria's, right? Except you actually find yourself thinking of accepting Liam's offer instead. 'It's just because I'm embarrassed of what she saw,' you assure yourself, waffling a bit over which invitation to choose... if either.\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept Liam's invitation.|GwynLiam1x3]]\n\n[[Accept Maria's invitation.|GwynMaria]]\n\n[[Neither.|GwynLiam1endAx1]]

You really need to get your head straight... yeah, going with that... before you go see Maria. You text her back politely asking to see her another day, and after a bit more hesitation you message Liam back and tell him you'll come over.\n\n'great! I'm in the arts ssc room 208 you should be able to find it pretty easy'\n\nAnd that's that. After a bit more fretting and hedging and considering messaging him back to tell him you're not coming, you give in and head out, finding a campus map in your dorm's lobby and finding the Arts SSC building on it. When you arrive it's an... interesting sight. The building looks like it's one of the older ones on campus, but definitely has an interesting style and look with portions of it that stick out here and there, a sort of square "bulge" on the upper level that you're assuming houses the social areas like the ones in the Sciences SSC, and overall it's very... seventies? You guess? Maybe? Architecture isn't exactly your forte, but you guess it counts as the arts.\n\n<img src="images/ArtsSSC.jpg">\n\nYou head inside and up to the second floor, fairly quickly finding room 208 and, after only another bit of hesitation, knocking on the door. It opens after a moment and Liam grins brightly at you... you're vaguely bothered by the fact that both of you are dressed almost identically in jeans and loose, thin, long-sleeved T-shirts and jeans, although his shirt is a pink gradient instead of blue like yours. "Hey, glad you came by! C'mon in!" he says, gesturing you inside.\n\n'Wow, it's super normal,' you think, before feeling a little bad about it. What did you expect, a case of proudly-displayed dildos? ... Actually you have to admit Liam does seem the type who'd do that. But no, it's just a fairly large and rather neat dorm room, about the same size and setup as the one last night although with a definite more aged feel to it, the colors pleasant but in a palette that makes you think of your grandparents' house. The furniture looks a fair bit newer though, with a largish bed that has a thick, comfy-looking comforter in a shiny, iridescent purple color on top of it.\n\n"Come in, have a seat, get comfortable," Liam says, gesturing around. "I actually got unexpectedly called over to the display area next door, I have to go check on some lighting for one of my pieces. It shouldn't take me too long, so just make yourself at home and I'll be back ASAP. Feel free to snoop around as much as you want," he adds cheerfully as he heads out the door. "You're not gonna find anything I'd be embarrassed by!"\n\nYou wonder if that means he's not embarrassed by absolutely anything contained within these walls, or if he just figures anything embarrassing is so well-hidden that you'd never turn it up. Either way you guess it's sort of interesting to be openly invited to poke around in someone's room. ... Snoop. Snoop around. You take a brief glance... let's see, there's the wardrobe-style [[closet|GwynLiam1x4]] built into the wall, there's the [[entertainment center|GwynLiam]] with stacks of DVD cases that are labeled with 'Project #____', there's the gathering of art supplies and [[canvases|GwynLiam2x1]] over in the corner, and a [[dresser|GwynLiam3x1]]. Those seem to be the main things you could poke through... there are some boxes, both cardboard and plastic, stacked here and there but those are either taped shut or latched, and you somehow feel like there's a limit to even invited snooping. (Although you also notice an area where [[the carpet looks a bit odd|GwynLiam4x1]], like it might have been pulled up at some point, wonder what's with that?)\n\nOr you guess you could just [[sit and wait|GwynLiam8x1]] for Liam to come back.

"I..." You stare at Liam, trying to think. Obviously having sex with another guy would go against your desire to be seen as a strong, masculine dude...\n\n... on the other hand, hasn't society taught you that the manliest of dudes would do absolutely anything to hook up with a hot girl? Obviously this makes perfect sense and will not reflect on you in any way whatsoever. "Yeah, okay, I... I guess I can try," you say slowly. "If you really think, y'know... she'd join in?"\n\n"Preeetty good chance," Liam answers, eyes twinkling. He leans in, lips almost brushing your ear as he whispers to you, the shiver the feeling sends down your spine making you squirm. "Just go along with it, and try to look like you're enjoying yourself. I promise I'll take good care of you, okay? Maria will totally be all over it. Ah, here she comes now."\n\nIndeed, Maria is returning, a full glass of her drink in her hand. "Hey, guys, you hitting it off?"\n\n"It was lust at first sight, babe!" Liam chirps in reply, making you wonder if this blush you've got will ever go away now. "In fact we were already thinking of heading upstairs to find a room. Hey, you wanna come along and watch? I bet Gwyn here would be up for it!"\n\n"Ooooo, well, you know I never mind <i>that</i>," Maria coos, visibly biting her lower lip and looking you up and down in a new light. The flush to her cheeks and sudden visibility of her nipples, as well as the blatantly lustful way she's looking at you, can't help but thrill you... even as you realize that it's at the thought of the other boy beside you fucking you. "If you really don't mind, Gwyn?"\n\n"Y-yeah, sure, I mean, it's cool," you answer, desperately trying to act like you have some amount of control in this situation, despite feeling the opposite.\n\n"C'mon then!" Liam calls, snagging your hand and pulling you along after him, with Maria following along like an excited puppy. The three of you head up some stairs to the second floor, which apparently houses dorm rooms... most of which have been left open, most of them not sporting a lot in the way of personal possessions, apparently specifically so they can be used for... well, what you're about to use them for. Liam heads into one, which is a larger version of yours with only one (somewhat larger) bed, making it seem even roomier still. There's even a little study-type area set up opposite the bed, with a chair facing it that Maria eagerly settles into as Liam shrugs out of his hoodie. "Get undressed, cutie," he urges cheerfully, thankfully not pushing too hard by doing it for you.\n\nYou're very aware of Maria's eyes on you as you pull off your shirt, baring your slender chest... you've never really been able to put on much in the way of muscle tone, despite your efforts. More than that you can feel Liam watching you as he too gets undressed, but you try not to fuss over that as you step out of your shoes and socks before nervously undoing your pants and pushing them down. Whatever mixed feelings you have about this situation, your cock apparently lacks much in the way of reservations, springing free as your underwear slips over them and wobbling stiff in the air as you step free of your clothes. You're once again struck by how good it feels to have Maria looking at your naked body with lust in her eyes... but are quickly reminded of just how you got there as an equally naked Liam steps over towards you, smiling. He's built quite a lot like you are... sleek shoulders, not much muscle, with a long and slender cock that seems about... no, it's definitely a bit longer. He's a bit paler than you are, with a little rainbow heart tattooed just above and to one side of his crotch, and silver rings piercing his nipples. You realize you've been taking in the sight a little too intently with another blush... one that only intensifies as he steps in close, cooing as he runs his hands up your belly, making you shiver again.\n\n"You've got a really cute cock," he stage-whispers, filling you with a lot of mixed feelings as he slides his hands up your chest and back down your sides. Remembering that you're supposed to be looking into this, you start nervously returning the gesture, slipping your hands out to run along his belly, trying not to seem too nervous or hesitant about touching another guy so intimately. You start just a little bit as your fingertips almost accidentally brush against his nipple rings and Liam lets out a gasp, half worried that you hurt him and half worried that you pleasured him. While you're still in that brief moment of confusion, Liam leans in, and you try not to panic when his lips press over yours. Right! Right, kissing, naturally there would be kissing, you just... you just never really thought about the fact that you'd be kissing another guy. Like you are right now. With his tongue pressing into your mouth. Still, you do your best to kiss back, tentatively returning his explorations with your own tongue.\n\nAfter only a moment Liam draws back, snagging your wrists and pulling you over to sit on the side of the bed with him, both of you turned towards Maria, Liam spreading his legs a bit so she has a good view of his stiff cock and bare balls, with you a little nervously doing the same. Knowing she's looking adds such a strange thrill to everything, even as Liam presses on your cheek and draws you back into kissing him. His hands smoothly, confidently roam over your body, stroking your belly, chest, and thighs, while you fight not to squirm and concentrate on trying to return the caresses with shaking, uncertain hands. You can't help but gasp into the other boy's mouth as his hand wraps around your cock and starts stroking it slowly, and after a brief hesitation you return the gesture. You've never touched another guy's cock before, and it's strange how both familiar and foreign it feels, hot and faintly throbbing in your hand, silk skin over steal flesh. The realization that you're making out with another guy while jerking each other off seems a little late, but it's still shocking in its own way, sending a mixture of shame and weird, exotic thrill through you as you rest one hand on his back and give him a somewhat shaky handjob with the other. It feels so good, and yet so strange, and part of you just wants to give in to the feeling and part of you wants to reject how nice it feels having another boy's hand stroking your dick. You peek your eyes open a little and sneak a glance over at Maria... to find that she's pulled her shirt down, baring those full breasts of hers, and pulled her skirt up, one hand down the front of her panties and the other teasing one of her light brown nipples, eyes locked on you.\n\nThe sight is too much added to the stimulation you've already undergone, and you gasp loudly into Liam's mouth as your cock twitches and starts spurting ropes of cum. Your jizz dribbles down over his fingers and smears over the skin of your cock as he continues stroking it slowly, though after a moment he draws back from the kiss and gives you a grin. "Got pretty excited, huh?" he coos in a voice that it's hard to deny is really sexy, his hand sliding up your back. "Well, here, then while you recharge a little..." He gently... not forcefully... pushes you forward, but you're so fuzzy-headed and impressionable from the mixed emotions and the aftermath of your orgasm that you could be knocked over with a plastic straw about now. "Why don't you take care of this?" Liam's voice urges, and then his cock is right in front of you, bare and open, your hand having absently slipped to rest on his thigh instead. You stare at it, eyes turning up towards his smiling face, and then back to the dick right in front of you.\n\nAnd then you're sucking another guy's cock. You don't even really remember leaning forward, but all of a sudden you're licking Liam's balls and sucking lightly at his shaft, lips dragging along it. You have no real idea what you're doing, other than that some of it's what you wish Maria was doing to your own still mostly hard, cum-smeared dick and sack right now. You look up that slender, obviously boyish chest up to Liam's face, shivering at the sight of him smiling at you and stroking your back as you wrap your lips around the head of his cock and start bobbing your head. This... this is all to get laid by a hot girl, right? you think as another boy's dick slides further into your mouth while your tongue works it. \n\nYou gag some as it nudges the back of your throat, and apparently not wanting to push you, Liam urges you up with one hand, pulling you back into a kiss without apparent worry that you were just sucking his dick. He lowers his head, kissing along your chin and jaw, making you shiver as you steal a glance at Maria, who by now has entirely discarded her clothes and is slowly finger-fucking herself while watching the two of you. Looks like you really have got her worked up... where to go from here?\n\n<hr>\n[[Take the initiative with Liam.|GwynLiam]]\n\n[[Let Liam keep the initiative.|GwynLiam1x2]]\n\n[[Try to look as enticing as possible.|GwynLiam]]

You roll your eyes. 'Just be yourself'? What is this, an after school special? Clothes make the date, and in this case that means... well. Sighing, you type back, 'where you want to meet up to shop?'\n\n'I'll pick you up!' Liam texts back almost immediately. You make a face at the knowledge that he's obviously enjoying this way too much, but oh well, you're already in this deep. May as well shower and dress and go.\n\nLiam does indeed pick you up in his very nice car (he must come from money), and soon the two of you are off to the larger town nearby, since most of the shops and stores nearby are aimed squarely at a college student demographic. You're a little intimidated as the two of you walk towards the entrance of a store featuring a wide range of beautiful feminine things in the window... isn't there some kind of 'Penis Alarm' that goes off when guys enter places like this? Instead almost the moment you walk in the door one of the pretty women working there calls, "Good morning, Liam!"\n\n"Come here often?" you ask a little dubiously after he's returned the greeting.\n\n"A fair bit," he says breezily, smiling as he leads the way into the store. "Now, your date is set up for tonight, which is good since it means we can get you a facial and have your makeup done while you're here, instead of trying to teach it to you right away. Now, whatever you want to call being a pretty boy and dressing up to look like a pretty girl... crossdressing, otoko-no-ko, whatever, while there are a number of factors to consider, it all boils down to a handful of basics." He brings a hand up and flicks his slender fingers as he counts off. "Hair decoration, top, skirt, panties, leggings."\n\n"W-wait, panties?" you squeak, unconsciously placing your hands over your crotch as if you were holding down a skirt. Speaking of which, "<i>And</i> a skirt?"\n\n"... Did you think you were going to wear pants and boxers?" Liam sighs at your little shrug and thumps a hand onto your shoulder. "Listen, you may be able to pull off looking totally like a girl in pants... and don't give me that look, you're the one that balked at a skirt... Fern's thing isn't just for you to look like a girl. The thing is to make it super duper clear that you're dressing like a girl, on purpose, and preferably for her benefit. Don't think you haven't already gotten a ton of bonus points by my mentioning <i>that</i> to her. So yes, you need to wear a skirt, and if you're wanting this date to go <i>really</i> well you'll wear some cute panties under it."\n\nSighing heavily, you nod, feeling doom growing heavier over you as you follow Liam into the lingerie section. "... No bra, though, right?"\n\n"Bras only if you're specifically going to do a lingerie tryon session for her," Liam chirps happily, producing a lot of mixed emotions in you. "But alright, alright, here." He picks up two different hangers and turns towards you. One is a pair of relatively modest bikini-cut pink cotton panties, the other is a rather tiny purple satin G-string. "Assuming your date does go well enough that she's going to see you in these, or out of these," he says, grinning at your deepening blush. "You'll get a whole different reaction depending on what you pick. Sweet, tender lovemaking," he says, holding up the pink ones. "Orrrr a night of enthusiastic fucking so lewd that its memory is destined to warm your cheeks in your old age," he concludes, holding up the purple ones.\n\n... that's, uh... that's quite a choice...\n\n<hr>\n[[Pink.|GwynFern]]\n\n[[Purple.|GwynFern]]

"I guess I'll go with the alternative one," you decide after a few moments of consideration. "Seems more straightforward."\n\n"Oh, for sure. Hey, listen, word of advice," the glowing spirit adds, grinning. "I wasn't just being suggestive when I said they'd probably provide a very friendly visitation. These spirits' jobs are to spend all year observing and documenting human behavior when it's not time for a manifestation. So it's not so much that they'd be happy to do a really <i>fun</i> visitation, ifyaknowwhatI'msayin', as they'd love any excuse. So better watch what you say... they might be interested in way more kinky stuff than you'd expect!" Snickering like the middle-aged pervert he apparently is, the spirit slinks back out through the door... again, literally through the door. \n\n... Huh. So, uh, sounds like the Ghosts of Christmas Past, Present, and Future you'll be meeting are kinda... kinky? It sounds like they spend a lot of time seeing debauchery they can't join in on... you guess the parts that don't disgust them must make them feel left out, which kind of makes sense in a way. You lay back in bed, flumping an arm across your chest. Let's see, if this goes along with the original, then the first spirit will be by when the clock strikes... one.\n\nYou don't actually have a clock that strikes anywhere within hearing distance, so it still takes you rather by surprise when there's a soft, silvery glow from beside your bed, like someone had captured a jar of moonlight and carried it inside. You look over and... whoa. That is definitely not what you expected from a Ghost of Christmas Past. I mean, you kind of thought she might be beautiful, considering, but her thick, slightly wavy just-past-the-shoulders silver hair gleams in the light, and while she's definitely Mature, there's not a single wrinkle, age spot, or blemish to be seen on her body. And she's showing off virtually all of her creamed-coffee skin, wearing nothing but a thin, partly transparent cloth that's draped around the back of her neck and comes down over her very large breasts, dark nipples still clearly visible through it, a thin golden cord tied around her waist to hold the flaps together in front of her crotch. She smiles serenely at you, bright purple eyes dancing behind the small round spectacles perched on her nose, as if just to give her an added air of knowledge.\n\n"Greetings, mortal! I am the Ghost of Christmas Past, come for your visitation and to make you account for your... well, you're good on that count, aren't you?" She smiles more warmly as she reaches up and adjusts her spectacles just slightly. "As indicated by me coming here in a form more comfortable to me, and more pleasant for you! So I suppose really, I'm here to reward you for being good instead of punish you for being bad." Then her smile turns positively wicked as she folds her arms under her chest, pressing those large brown breasts up and together. "Unless, of course, you <i>have</i> been bad?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Oh yeah, I've been a bad little boy!"|BuddyAV]]\n\n[["Sweet, pampered by a hot older woman!"|BuddyAV]]\n\n[["Maybe you're the one who's been bad."|BuddyAV]]\n\n[["... Can I get you some tea?"|BuddyAV]]

Slipping your hand back to your knee, you squirm in place some. "Interesting... I guess," you murmur. You kind of have to admit that you're curious just what he means.\n\n"Ooooo, feeling adventurous? Good, good," Liam chirps as he dips his hand into the back again, this time coming up with a bright red dildo... one with a point at the end, a tapering shaft, and a bulge at the base.\n\n"Er, wait, is that a... that looks kind of like a..." This time your blush returns full-face as you stare at the decidedly not-human shape of it as Liam snickers. "I mean, I thought you meant like, one with a bunch of bumps or rings or something..."\n\n"Relaaaaax," Liam says, still snickering a bit as he flops the rubber dog dick against your own cock and balls and rubs back and forth a bit, making you squirm even more at the stimulation. Liam grins a bit smugly and gestures with one hand as he says, "Dog cock dildos are <i>super</i> mainstream now! You can even buy them on Amazon. So it's not like you'll be some sort of freak, you'll be joining probably millions of other people that have slipped one of these bad boys into them. It's just an exotic shape, ri~ght?"\n\n... Well if they sell them on Amazon. You give a small nod, and Liam spends a few moments applying a coat of lube to it... and slipping his fingers inside you to apply a fresh coat of it to your ass, making you bite your lower lip again as they wiggle and stroke in ways that don't seem entirely about just making sure you're thoroughly slick inside. But then that pointed tip is being pressed against your wet hole, and you give a low 'mmmf!' as it starts pushing in, gradually spreading you more and more.\n\n"Now, this is thicker in the shaft than I am... I mean, the dildo is," Liam says teasingly as he begins gently working the dog dildo back and forth, pressing it just a bit deeper into you every time, very gradually spreading you open around that noted extra thickness. "But don't worry, I'll make sure you can take everything juuuust fine! Keep your hands off your cock, though, if I'm right I don't think you'll need it."\n\n'Everything?' you think a little distantly, but it's hard to focus... the penetration really does feel on a whole other level than the standard dildo, and your brain is fogged by processing the sensations of it spreading you, getting deeper in, the different shape of it rubbing against you. You close your eyes and lean your head back, focusing on the feelings, even able to feel your cock twitch when it presses inside you. You can feel something nudge against your asshole, a wider bulge, but you barely consider it as Liam actually starts using long, quick strokes in and out, making you gasp and moan. You're laying on a bed getting your ass fucked with a dildo by another guy... but hey it's just "anal stimulation", right? Plus at the moment you're not sure you care. It just feels so good, that cock pumping away into your ass, feeling better and better, and-\n\nAnd then that bulge is being pressed against you, firmly, constant pressure, your ass slowly spreading around it wider and wider. You start to raise your head to look down when it apparently passes the point of no return, and the dildo's knot pops inside you, settling into your ass with the base of the dildo resting against your hole. You immediately arch your back, crying out as your ass clenches around the whole thing. It's actually a little hard to tell whether you're cumming from your ass or your cock, maybe both, especially since your cock's twitching and spurting long ropes of cum all over your shirt, a few splatters of it even hitting your face, some of it smearing over your lips. Your whole body shakes with the intensity of the orgasm, leaving you whimpering softly as a hand gently strokes over your thigh.\n\n"Eeeasy... easy, there there," Liam coos in an almost comforting tone as you gradually come back to yourself, panting and gasping.\n\n"U-um... that... that was..." you murmur, shifting your hips.\n\n"I think I get the idea." Liam giggles, then mms. "I do think you've probably had enough for today. Leeeet's get this out of you."\n\nYou almost want to protest, but you do feel rather tired all things considered. You 'mmf' a few times as Liam slowly pulls the dog dildo out of you, your hole once more stretching around that knot before it slips out, leaving you feeling even emptier than earlier when the normal dildo slid out. After a moment you sit up, Liam beaming at you as you shift around and look down at yourself, licking at your lip without thinking about it. "... dang..."\n\n"Heheh, told you. No worries, cleaning cum off of clothes quick is also a thing I do. There's a robe in my closet you can borrow to go take a shower down the hall, I'll get your shirt taken care of while you do."\n\nIt's all rather embarrassing, but you still nod gratefully and pull off the shirt to pass it to him, before going back to the closet wardrobe that started all this. ... You're going to assume Liam meant you should use the full-length fluffy navy blue robe instead of the pink silk shorty kimono. (Though you have the feeling he wouldn't exactly mind, either.) You bundle yourself into the robe, take the towel Liam proffers, and head down the hall, feeling a bit comforted by how all-consuming the robe is... and yet very aware that beneath that one layer of cloth you're walking through a strange dorm not only completely naked, but with your ass smeared with lube.\n\nWhen you return from your shower Liam has laid your clothes out, and your shirt looks both clean and dry. Wow, you guess he is a bit of a wizard with cleaning up sex messes. Trying not to be embarrassed any further, you get dressed. "So, um, thanks for... thanks for helping me clear up some stuff," you tell him, rubbing the back of your head. Admittedly you might have more questions than you started with, but at least now 'it's the butt stuff that feels good not necessarily the gay stuff' is something to latch onto. "And, y'know. ... Other stuff," you add with a fresh blush, unable to bring yourself to say 'thanks for the orgasms'.\n\n"My pleasure!" Liam replies with a wink. "Well, your pleasure too. Speaking of which, it is always nice to see someone with an appreciation for my work. Why don't you come over again the day after tomorrow? Still no classes then, so if you came over early we could wring way more than one big one out of you! Whattayasay, hm?"\n\nYou're immediately tempted, despite all your misgivings. The feeling of that knot slipping into you, instantly making you cum harder than you ever have, it was almost... well, addicting. Maybe that's as good a reason as any to turn him down, though...\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept the invitation.|GwynLiam1x9]]\n\n[[Decline it.|GwynLiam]]

Honestly, despite your reservations (the aftertaste of the mocolate lasted a week), the food & beverage testing sounds the safest. You mock, er, mark the checkbox, then read the note telling you to flip to one of the other pages to pick out which product you'll actually be testing.\n\n<hr>\n[[☐|MikeAppSoda1x1]] <b>Zoo Juice Soda</b> - Oh, hey, you remember those things. Fruit-flavored sodas with all sorts of animals on them. (Though the "zoo" idea was adhered to pretty loosely, as expected of something marketed to kids.) Didn't they stop making them in the early nineties?\n\n[[☐|MikeAppPlaceholder]] <b>SuperMilk</b> - What's so super about it? Probably the marketing, you figure. Oh well, if it's just milk with a bit of flavoring or vitamin supplement, even less reason to worry.

Hm, that 'King of the Britons' outfit does look pretty cool. Heck, the guy in the art even kind of looks like you! Besides, no matter what a stereotype it might be, there are definitely girls that like the literal knight in shining armor look. Grinning, you rest your hand on the box. "I'll take this one."\n\n"Ah, King of the Britons, good, that's one of the Owner's favorites," Atalanta says as she slides the box over towards the register. "Now, Master, before I ring you up, I should let you know that the default costume package comes with molded plastic armor and a molded plastic Excalibur," she continues, reaching under the counter and holding up the weapon. You eye it... it's certainly one of the nicer plastic weapons you've ever seen, even as she unsheaths it about halfway... but it is kind of obviously fake. Not cheap-fake, just fake. "However, for an upcharge you can upgrade your costume package to the Full-Grade Accessorized version, which comes with metal armor and an actual sword. The sword is the Sword of Selection Caliburn rather than Excalibur, but I don't imagine you would mind too much."\n\nThe way she says 'actual sword' makes it sound like she thinks it is a really-real sword rather than just being made of metal. You can't help but grin in an indulgent manner... teenagers are so cute about their little fandom things. "How much is the upgrade?" you ask as you pull out your wallet.\n\n"$5000."\n\nYou choke and almost drop your wallet. "What?!"\n\n"Sir, the sword is an authentic antique in absolutely splendid condition," Atalanta says, with just a bit of offended-cat-sensibilities prickliness. "It should be quite literally priceless, the only reason the Owner is willing to sell it for so little is the dedication to authentic cosplay."\n\nYou eye her for a moment. "... Is there a certificate of authentication?"\n\n"Yes sir, one of a most thorough pedigree."\n\nYou consider. If it is an antique sword, in the end $5000 might in fact be a steal... you know a few dealers who could probably turn it around and make a profit on it for you after the party. That is, <i>if</i> it's real. If it is, what's it doing in a cosplay shop? Still...\n\n<hr>\n[[Take the plastic.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[Upgrade.|BuddyOct8x2]]

It seems unlikely that wearing it around your waist for one night will cause its value to drop or change its authenticity... might as well not deprive yourself of a kind of important costume piece. You get in the car and head home, putting the thought of the sword's actual value out of your mind... waste of money or not, you won't be <i>hurting</i> even if the $5000 was completely blown. (Despite what people might think, you can't just sling that kind of money around every day. Well, maybe once a month or so without it hurting.)\n\nThe next evening as you prepare for the party, you open the box to start taking out the costume, blinking as you notice a glossy piece of paper sticking out of one of the armor pieces. You pluck it up and look it over.\n\n<center><b>Before donning costume</b>\nplease be aware that it will alter your body\nfor full cosplay authenticity. This is high\nquality magecraft, brought to you in the name of\nthe best and most accurate cosplay. The spell will\nlast from the donning of the costume until\nsunrise, usually.\nTo avoid issues, please heed the following:\n* Avoid becoming separated too much from costume. Under no circumstances should costume be entirely lost, destroyed, or should other clothing be put on over it or instead of it.\n* Avoid overindulging in sexual intercourse. Too many orgasms may convince your body its new configuration is accurate.\n* Avoid mingling magics from other enchanted costumes or alteration spells. This can produce unexpected side effects.\n* Some costumes, especially the Full-Grade Accessorized costumes, may attract magical entities that fit with their dynamic. Please be aware and prepared.\n</center>\n\n"... Yeah <i>right</i>," you snort, tossing the paper. Kinda cringy stuff, is the shop run by a thirteen-year-old? You find another paper with fairly easy-to-read instructions on donning the clothes, robes, and armor though, complete with diagrams, so you have to admit they're doing really good on that part. Eventually you buckle the swordbelt on and step into the bathroom to check yourself out in the mirror, having to admit that you look pretty snazzy in the deep blue coatlike robes, the genuine metal (albeit stylized) armor, and with a sword on your hip. Some memory of that slip of paper hits you, and you can't help but pull the makeup mirror (look the house came with it built in okay) over to get a better look at your face as if to check.\n\n"Nope, same as ever," you say aloud with a grin. You do have to admit you're looking pretty good, after all. Kinda kingly, maybe? Maybe a little. Laughing a little at your own arrogance, you head out to the car.\n\nYou soon arrive at the venue that's been hired for the party your friends are throwing. This particular party isn't going to be some small affair at a house, oh no... they've rented out an actual nightclub for this thing, essentially opening up the place for the whole night with open bar and live entertainment. You have your invitation scanned at the door and make your way inside, reveling a little in the throng that greets you. There's probably over a hundred people here already, the dancefloor crowded with mostly 'sexy' versions of costumes (and some that probably qualify as just outright 'slutty'). There's the bar, obviously, which has attracted its own largeish crowd, and a handful of other activities... looks like they even hired someone to do magic, to judge by the little bursts of applause along with occasional puffs of smoke off from one side. \n\n<hr>\n[[Hit the dancefloor.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[Check out the bar.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[Just mingle.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[Watch some magic.|BuddyOct]]

Well, hell. You made a lot of your money taking risks, might as well spend some of it on one. "Yeah, okay, I'll do the upgrade."\n\n"Excellent, please follow me," she says, turning and making her way through the doorway behind her. You blink, but circle around the counter and head through after her, following the petite blonde as she heads down a different hallway, then finally opens a door and gestures you through.\n\n"... Are you kidding?" you ask as you step in. The room is largely empty, save for some shelves that have boxes placed on them, obviously for storage. But right there in the center of the room is a flattened-off-on-the-bottom boulder, with a sword sticking out of it. \n\n"Don't worry, Master," Atalanta says without missing a beat, standing behind you and clasping her hands in front of her. "If it turns out you can't draw it, I'll upgrade you to the metal armor at no extra charge for your trouble."\n\nYou eye her for a moment, then look at the sword. Well... it does look fairly authentic, to your admittedly untrained eye. It doesn't have any of the obvious markings of being a wall-hanger, at least, and when you reach out to carefully flick a thumb against the edge of it to one side of the gold and blue metalwork running up the base of the blade, it comes back with a slight layer of skin off. Yeah, dang, that's an actual edge on it no doubt. You glance at Atalanta again, then shrug and wrap a hand around the grip and tug.\n\nYou're half expecting it to wind up completely immobile like in the legends, and have to admit that a part of you has some boyish elation when it just slides right out of the (apparently authentic) rock. Of course a moment later you chide yourself, of course it did, this is just a fancy holster rigged up by some costume shop owner with too much money and time on their hands. (Well, and $5000 of your money, you suppose shortly.)\n\n"Oh good, Master, I thought you might, you had that look about you," Atalanta says with a bob of the head. "The sheath is right there, if you'll put the sword away and bring it up, we'll get you rung up."\n\nA few minutes later you're carrying a (rather heavy) box out to your car and putting it away in the back seat. Straightening up, you unsling the sword from over your shoulder, pausing a moment to unsheath it a little and look at the blade. Yup, still seems real. You tuck it inside, and then unroll the authenticity certificate, reading through all the certification language that this is Caliburn, the Sword of Selection, and getting to the end to see who signed it.\n\n'Merlin'.\n\n"I've been ripped off," you mutter, glancing at the shopfront and sighing. Well, it seemed obvious, you can almost hardly blame them. Still, the sword does seem like it might be an actual antique even if it doesn't have the pedigree they claimed (a pretty lofty one since it seems to be implying it's the actual Sword in the Stone). You could always take it to someone to see what it's worth now, to assuage your wounded pride, or just let it go at least until after tomorrow's party.\n\n<hr>\n[[Have it appraised.|BuddyOct9x1]]\n\n[[Keep it for now.|BuddyOct8x3]]

Your name is Dan, and you are a seventeen-year-old troublemaker. With short, spiky hair and a sneer already starting to get worn in on your lips, most people would probably already label you a thug even if you didn't dress to create the impression anyway. You've got an attitude that the world and everything in it belongs to you already, there's just a bunch of assholes keeping you from taking it (because they're assholes).\n\nSo we've established that you're up to no good. But what sort of no good are you up to?\n\n[[Bully|YPBullyStart]] - You at least show up to school most days, but it's mostly because that's where the people you like to pick on are (among other opportunities a large, regular gathering of other teenagers provides). \n\n[[Truant|YPTruantStart]] - You've pretty much stopped bothering with school... not necessarily because you've got anything better to do, you just think anything is better to do. You generally wander around doing whatever crosses your mind.\n\n[[Criminal|YPCriminalStart]] - You've already gotten yourself into some criminal enterprise as a full-time profession, abandoning school or purely recreational pursuits to get started on making lots and lots of very dirty money.\n\n[[Apprentice|YPAppStart]] - Rather than setting up your own enterprise, you've joined up with someone else who has an "in" to organized crime. It may not be as free or glamorous as being solo, but the eventual payoff could be much much bigger.

She clearly bristles, obviously having had a sore spot poked. "I am <i>not</i> uptight!" she snaps, even as you have to suppress a chuckle so that you can do a long exhale while starting the controls to work your machines, blending your exhaled vapor with Catalyst and other chemicals. "I am precise, and I demand a high level of quality and dedication from everyone under me! It's only weak, pathetic, foolish children and lesser academics who think that means I have a stick up my aHHH!" This last is as you aim a stream of dark grey vapor from your vents directly into her face, leaving her inhaling a bout of it and then coughing briefly, her sucking inhales after the short coughs really just bringing more of it into her lungs. "W-what is this, this, this spicy-sweet concoction of yours! I knew it, my daughter said something about all you horrible boys vaping, and it's... it's..."\n\nYou watch the flush creep over her face, her angry ranting just sort of trailing off as her eyes take on a bright, slightly unfocused look. "What... what is this substance?" she demands, though she can't keep a bit of warmth from lacing through her tones now as she takes a shuddery breath, even gasping reflexively as you blow another stream of it towards her. "Is it some sort of... drug, or...?!" She's clearly trying to focus, but at the same time her hands have come up, flicking towards her chest and stomach a few times as if she wanted to rub and stroke herself.\n\n"Yes and no. You could say that in some ways it's 'all natural'," you answer with a chuckle, letting your vents exhale more puffs of the 'happy gas' to drift through the hallway and waft in little movements around Professor Hawker as she squirms in place. "Though at the same time it's a bit of chemical enhancement too. But doesn't it feel nice? Like laying naked on a big, fluffy cloud as the sun warms you and you're rubbed and stroked all over as soothing, sweet things are said to you."\n\n"O-oh... oh, it... it does feel..." She actually moans aloud now, giving in to the urge to run her hands up her belly and squeeze her own breasts through her coat and blouse, making herself gasp and inhale more of the gas. She actually begins to smile now, her expression and body language relaxing as she writhes in place gently, hips shifting back and forth as if to the beat of unheard music. "Yeees... yes, it feels so gooooood..."\n\n"Don't you just feel your worries and fears melting away?" you continue as you approach her, watching her undulate gently in place as she unbuttons her suit jacket and slides her hands along her hips. "Feel them melting away from your warm, happy place like snow, washing away foibles like shame and morals with them," you add, giving her one last good stream in the face. "Feel it seeping inside you, settling deep into your brain, so that it never goes away completely?"\n\n"Ohhh yes, yes, I feel it," she groans, turning her glazed eyes on you almost worshipfully as she smiles, the sheer unhindered brightness of the expression dropping at least fifteen years off her age. "It feels so good to just relax, not worry about anything, like doing almost anything would just be fun and sexy."\n\n"Oh, it will, it will, don't worry," you assure her. "So, to that end..."\n\n<hr>\n[["... let's spread the love."|GasGwyn]]\n\n[["... let's fuck."|GasGwyn3x2]]

"Mmmmm, that does sound fuuun," Hawker almost moans, hips giving a little shimmy as you step in beside her and slip an arm around her middle. "My husband wouldn't like it much," she notes, seemingly less of a protest and more just a thought flitting through her brain. The moment she's finished saying it she's grinning and biting her lower lip, watching you with obvious excitement as you reach a hand around to unbutton and unzip her pants.\n\nYou're not too surprised by the entirely unexciting panties, nor by the fact that when you slip your gloved hand down the front of them, her bush is a thick jungle of hair. Chuckling lowly in amusement, you start stroking her pussy, watching her eyes close and her head leaned back, face flushed and looking far more attractive than the pinched expression before did as she moans out. "So what?"\n\n"Mmmm you are sooo right," she moans, arms sliding around your shoulders as she leans on you a bit, hips lightly rocking towards the strokes. The gloves are thin enough that you can feel the heat pouring off of her pussy, and the bare part of your palm has at least some sense of how wet she is. "Oh, that feels so good," she continues, watching your face with those heavy-lidded, lust-bright eyes. "Mm, I should have taken up fucking cute college boys years ago," she practically purrs, licking her lips.\n\n"Good a time as any to start," you chuckle, before giving in to the urge yourself and reaching up to undo one side of your mask and let it dangle away. Immediately seizing on the invitation, Hawker mmmms and ducks her head in, thrusting her tongue into your mouth wantonly as she writhes against your hand. With your other you give the front of her blouse a few yanks, baring the plain white bra she's wearing and starting to knead one of her breasts through it, her moaning into your mouth growing louder. Her kiss grows steadily more wanton, dragging licks over your lips and sucking on your own tongue, and from the way she moans and quivers you're fairly sure you bring her off twice before she pulls back. Her smile is lazy and relaxed as she sheds her clothes with quick, smooth efficiency, shamelessly baring herself right there in the hallway. Her breasts are of a nice size but have lost a bit of volume and gained some droop over the years, and her crotch does indeed bear a real, well, bear of a black bush. But as she goes to her knees in front of you and undoes your pants, you take a good look down her back and see that she still has a fantastic ass. Nice, you think with a lazy smile of your own as she frees your prick and slides her mouth over it, pleasure-glazed eyes rolled up to look at your face as you fasten your mask back into place.\n\nIt feels wonderful, of course... the pleasure added to the constant gentle thrum of your 'natural high' feels fantastic, but the calm it imbues you with gives you enough distance to just watch her as she works, slipping it out of her mouth to run her tongue and lips down the sides, brushing her fingertips along the other side to help hold it in place. You bet it's been a long time, if ever, since she's sucked her husband off with the same enthusiasm you muse as she slides the tip back into her mouth and then pushes down, wiggling her head and working until she's deepthroated it all the way, then bobbing her head along it more eagerly. You lightly tug the fasteners of her bun free and give it a shake, spilling her hair free to fall down around her shoulders, and then lightly beginning to thrust towards the motions of her mouth. Yes, you definitely doubt that he's ever face-fucked her, you think at her slightly desperate quagging, but from the flushed look on her face and her hips bucking and writhing, in her current state she's definitely enjoying it.\n\nEventually at your nudge she pulls away, apparently quick to gather your reason as she turns and leans forward onto her hands, breasts dangling down and her luscious MILFy ass raised up eagerly. Settling to your knees behind the high-addled Professor, you use a hand to rub the tip of your cock up and down along her fur-covered pussylips a few times before sliding inside of her. The married woman moans happily as your bare prick slides deep into her pussy, and you waste no time grabbing her waist and starting to fuck her as she squeals and shakes her hips eagerly. Watching her plump but perfect rear jiggle with the impact of your hips is quite nice, and her tits shaking below her is... hm, well, pretty good, but why not make it a little better? Shifting your hands to her rear and shallowing your thrusts a bit (but making them faster at the same time), you squeeze her butt at the same time you're sending commands through your gloves, preparing a bit of a dose for you and one for her.\n\nA fresh cloud of pale pink vapor emits from your vents as you switch back to fucking her more deeply and hard, Hawker's natural squeals and moans sucking the stuff into her lungs, not that you think she'd hesitate to inhale it deliberately at this point. As you watch, her breasts appear to swell slightly, their motion changing as they firm up again... not actually becoming larger (well, <i>much</i> larger), but once again high and proud, their motion more like quick bouncy jiggles than loose swaying. The impact of your hips on her ass starts causing similarly more tight, hyper jiggling with every impact as her skin clears and here and there bits of her body tighten and firm up. Even those slight wrinkles disappear from around her mouth and eyes as her fucking back against you becomes more energetic, her voice clearer and more eager as she moans out, "Mmm, fuck, your cock is so good, mmm, fuuuck!"\n\nIt's not that you've made her younger, necessarily, just healthier, more vital... well, six of one, half a dozen of the other. Of course her increased energy and eagerness to fuck her hairy cunt onto your prick might have to do with it swelling up bigger and harder inside of her. Giving yourself perfect health as well has, of course, enhanced your blood flow and overall bodily efficiency, making your prick about as long and thick and throbbing as it's capable of getting as she coats it with a dripping layer of girlcum repeatedly, until you grunt and start pumping your load into her, leaving her churning the wetness into cream as she just keeps thrusting back against you. \n\nAfter awhile (and two more loads) she pulls off and turns to flump onto her back, giggling lightly as she tucks a hand between her legs to stroke and rub at her thoroughly creampied pussy, her fingers smearing cum into the damp curls and across the golden glint of her wedding ring. "Mmmm, that was so wonderful," she murmurs, smiling lazily up at you. "I can't wait to see what other fun we'll have. So what are we doing next...?"\n\nGood question. You suppose the two of you will be...\n\n<hr>\n[[... leaving this place.|GasGwyn]]\n\n[[... taking over this place.|GasGwyn]]

Y'know... at these rates, even if you only work for a couple of days... you'd have made rent and enough money to eat slightly better ramen for a while. ... You guess that's worth using this weird 'autocloset' thing and looking like a girl for a few work shifts.\n\n"I... yeah, okay, I'll be a... waitress," you say, managing not to sigh.\n\n"Great!" Jayjay chirps happily. "That's also the contract, so if you can read it over and sign it, we can get you started today, if you're willing! The lunch rush is about to come in after all."\n\nUgh. But again... rent. So you read over the temp contract (it's about what you're used to, essentially saying the company is responsible for nothing, ever, in their lives) and sign it, at which Jayjay pops up and practically skips around the desk to take it and look it over. He turns and bends forward to set it down... you try not to look but <i>damn</i> he has a perfect, pert butt... before turning and heading out of the office, beckoning you to follow.\n\nYou follow him a few doors down the hall and into another room, hesitating and blushing when you see it. This is... definitely a dressing room, one with a very feminine tint, considering all the makeup, girly decorations, and bits of feminine attire scattered around (including a few visible pairs of panties, several pairs of stockings, and at least one bra). It takes you a moment, and the room's two occupants turning towards you, to remember this isn't actually a women's dressing room.\n\n"Oh good, it's you two," Jayjay chirps as she walks over to them, beckoning you along. "Mike, this is Lira and Kandi."\n\n"With a 'K' <i>and</i> an 'I'!" the boy on the right chirps, beaming. His hair is extremely blonde, cut shoulder-length in a somewhat retro style, the blue eyes and light tan (complete with bikini bottom tanlines visible above the waistband of his shorts) practically screaming 'Valley Girl' just... y'know... Valley Boi. (You guess?) Perhaps appropriately enough for such a look, he's wearing one of the old style (read: very tight and thin) Shorties T-shirts but has it hauled up and tied off at the side to bare his flat belly anyway. He's also got multi-pierced ears, and though you notice there's a small indent above his bellybutton there's no piercing there. (He seems to notice you looking and gives you a small smirk, blue eyes twinkling, to which you quickly yank your gaze away.) \n\n"Hi, I'm Lira," the other femboy says with a slightly rueful smile, clearly used to Kandi's little introduction. She has milk chocolate colored skin, with wavy, almost fluffy black hair with a few streaks of pink dyed into it, and is dressed nearly identically to Jayjay, with the snug, short tank and of course the little pink shorts, though she's used some very glittery blue eyeliner and purple lipstick rather than Kandi's (relatively) understated colors. "Welcome aboard."\n\n"Girls, I'm gonna get Mike here set up with the autocloset, and then leave him in your capable hands, I'm sure you can get him through his first day just fine," Jayjay adds as he turns and heads for the left-hand wall.\n\nWhich you now notice is a flat gray metal, unlike the white and pink gradient of the others, with a slightly ominous-looking sliding door next to a pad. Jayjay beckons you over, and a little reluctantly you step up in front of the door. He slips a plastic card out of his shorts (though where he was actually keeping it you have no idea) and swipes it along the pad, which lights up. Jayjay starts tapping, and scrolling, and tapping, all with occasionally thoughtfully glancing over at you. Oh lord. But eventually he seems to be finished, and the door slides open. You hesitate visibly, glancing at Jayjay, who's watching expectantly, then over at the other two.\n\n"Don't worry, don't worry, it doesn't hurt at all, for real," Lira assures you, wagging a hand. "It's definitely weird the first few times, but eventually it's not any weirder to have your body change than it is to have it change your clothes for you."\n\nYou're not sure how comforting that last bit is, but the assurance that it's painless helps, and you step forward through the door. It slides closed behind you, and for a moment you panic that you'll have to do this in the dark, before a surprisingly warm-tinted light snaps on. The interior of the autocloset looks a bit smaller than it is on the outside... maybe just the size of a genuine walk-in closet in a mid-range home... but you guess that makes sense.\n\n"Hello, welcome," a synthesized-seeming female voice says. "Your program will begin shortly. Music will now play to aid you in relaxing, as this will assist your program."\n\nA sort of low-key, genreless sort of synthesizer music begins playing. You think the lights are also subtly shifting through hues along with the music. The effect... really is relaxing. In fact you can't really help but sort of sag in place, to the point that you don't even flinch as panels start opening in the walls and long cables tipped with mechanical manipulators slide out and start undressing you. One of them wraps around your middle and actually lifts you off the floor to assist the others in pulling off your shoes and socks, and sliding your pants and underwear off. There's a faint feeling of embarrassment as your cock flops around bare in a strange place, especially as the arms finish unbuttoning your shirt and pull it off of you as well, but you're too relaxed to squirm over it.\n\nMore arms swing in, and start shining beams of light across your body, cheeks, jaw, and neck. Wherever they pass your body hair just sort of falls out and drifts away, aided by puffs of air from another of the arms. You actually blush a little as the lightbeams sweep over your crotch and your ass both, the puffs of cool air washing over your member and your asscrack both, but the result is that you're soon completely devoid of body hair anywhere below your eyebrows.\n\nYou do feel some alarm as a bunch of arms tipped with some sort of injectors sweep in, but the music and gentle flux of the lights keeps you from freaking out. And surprisingly, it doesn't hurt as the flat tips press to various places on your body like your chest, belly, neck, and legs, a faint hissing sound underlying the music as the little colored vials on the arms empty. There's definitely a faint wet, rushing sensation at the injection sites, and you can feel a warmth spreading out from them until it fills your whole body.\n\nOne of the first things you're aware of is that you're... shrinking? Again you might panic, but the music and light flux is just so calm that you kind of feel silly getting all worked up and just go with it. Your legs are losing the decent amount of muscle tone they had, becoming lithe and sleek instead, your hips and rear similarly reshaping, becoming more sleek and round and feminine. Your waist narrows some, your chest becoming more slight and your shoulders more gently sloping. Your nipples even turn a softer pink and puff up a bit, making you blush. You can feel changes in your face too, your jaw narrowing and taking on a sleeker curve, your nose growing smaller and more dainty, your lips puffing up just faintly. Despite being so relaxed you can't help but give a faint squawk of dismay as your newly hairless cock and balls shrink somewhat, your shaft growing more slender to match your overall build.\n\nEven as your body is changing, the arms are going to work on your hair, snipping and clipping and spraying color. You can tell they've turned it pink, because you wind up with a fall of it across one side of your face. Apparently finished altering your body, the arms start redressing you, this time in a Femboy Shorties uniform. The first thing on is one of the default tops, the snug little midriff-baring tank, showing off your newly flat and girlishly trim belly. But next the arms slip a pair of pink and white striped thigh-high stockings onto your legs, hugging them into an even girlier shape, before it slips a pair of the apparently also standard white-soled pink lowtops on your feet, even tying them for you. More arms move in while that's going on, delicately painting your lips, eyelids, and brushing little puffs against your cheeks. Only then does it bring in the little pink short-shorts, the robotic arms moving with an almost ceremonial air as it dips them over your sneakers and slides them up your stockinged legs, pushing and wiggling them into pace on your hips until they're hugging both your newly pert round ass and the round bulge of your cock.\n\nThe arms set you back down on the floor right in front of the door, the back of which takes on a silvery sheen to turn into a mirror. You... are a femboy. Your hair is hot pink, shortish all around but artfully tousled, save for a long, carefully tended fall over one side of your face that doesn't quite block your eye. Oh gosh, it changed your eye color too! Your eyes are now an almost cartoonishly bright shade of blue, contrasting wildly against the pink of your hair to make both stand out. Your face has gone from "utterly remarkable" to "cute as a button" and you're <i>really</i> not sure how to feel about that.\n\nAs the music ends and the lights fade, your head is spinning a little as the door slides open and you step out. Lira and Kandi both immediately squeal happily and rush over, snagging you by the arms and hopping up and down.\n\n"Ohmigawsh so cute!"\n\n"It's amazing! It's like watching someone just toss raw ingredients in the oven and a wedding cake comes out! Er, sorry," Lira adds sheepishly as you give him a look that says you're not sure how to take that.\n\n"The newbie stockings are so cute, I should start wearing stockings again," Kandi says almost wistfully as he runs a hand over your thigh, making you squirm, before he giggles. "You're gonna hafta get used to that."\n\n"Yeah, the customers can be a little handsy and we just kind of have to put up with it," Lira picks up. When you look at him questioningly, he just shrugs. "Hey, we're femboys, but that means we're still <i>boys</i>... no one really gets upset when guys are treated like sexual meat."\n\n"Admittedly for some of us that's our thing," Kandi giggles, just shrugging when you and Lira both give him a Look. "Hey, everybody's looking for something."\n\n"So the song says," Lira murmurs, rolling his eyes, before turning back to you. "Anyway, yeah, customers will get a little handsy, but as long as it's just a little it's usually best to just roll with it. Guys will usually pat your butt, maybe rub your thigh... a couple of the more adventurous ones might cup your bulge. Honestly it's the women's tables you've gotta watch out for, <i>they</i> have problems holding back."\n\n"Gosh, yeah, sometimes it gets too much for me, they've even bruised me before," Kandi adds, making a face, then perking up. "S'why I wear this on the job!" He shamelessly pushes down the front of his shorts, revealing not only the rest of his microbikini tanline, but the pink chrome cage surrounding his shaft and balls. Lira puts a hand over his eyes and sighs as you goggle, Kandi simply giving his hips a shake to make the cage sway, its small heart-shaped lock clinking a bit. "... I mean it's one reason."\n\n"That seems a little ex-" You start, then blink at how your voice sounds softer, higher, and well... sweeter.\n\n"You'll get used to it quick enough, hon," Lira assures you, patting your shoulder. "Anyway, on the prior subject, once you start working tables on your own, if you see anything that looks like a bachelorette party, you stay clear of that... they tip well but they're <i>crazy</i>. Go get Jayjay and let him handle those tables. But moving on, have you ever worked as a waiter before?" At your nod, Lira beams. "Then it'll be easy as heck. Just shadow me or Kandi for a few hours to get the hang of it, and then we can either flip or let you fly solo depending."\n\n"Mmm, hey, 'Mike' isn't gonna work, is it?" Kandi points out suddenly. "I mean, some boy names you can get away with, but that one's just... it's a <i>dude</i> name, yanno?"\n\nYou open your mouth... then close it, because somehow you can't really argue with Kandi's weird logic. "I... well, I guess... 'Mikaela'?"\n\n"There y'go, that works," Lira chirps. "C'mon, lunch rush will be in swing!"\n\nYou follow the two of them out (feeling both weird at sneaking glances at their butts, and at knowing your own is just as cute and round and girly now), glancing around as you emerge from the back hallway. It looks fundamentally like every other Shorties you've ever been in... pale imitation wood furniture and finishings, silly "Man Cave by Dollar General" crap on the walls, more wall decoration pushing the merchandise like shirts and calenders (just that the calenders have femboys in bikinis instead of female models in bikinis), and largely uncomfortable-looking tables and booths scattered around. You really are surprised how many of the tables are occupied by women, just almost half... somehow part of your mind still insisted that women would have too much dignity to be seen in any version of a Shorties. But if anything they seem to be louder and more raucous than the men's tables, and you can see wine and cocktail glasses on practically every one of their tables as opposed to only the smattering of lunch beers on the guy tables.\n\nLira beckons you to follow him and heads for one of the nearby tables that only has water glasses, smiling at the handful of guys in polo shirts sitting there. "Hi guys, I'm Lira, is anyone taking care of you yet?" At their general negation he beams. "Well then I'd love to do that! This is Mikaela, she's new, she's going to be watching me if that's okay with you guys." The guys all give you looks like that's <i>very</i> okay with them, which gives you yet another weird feeling. But Lira's being so utterly normal about everything that it's sort of calming, though you're confused on where exactly he took the order pad and pen from. "Can I get you guys started with some drinks? It's five dollar pint day! Though it's not actually supposed to start for another half hour, but I'll sneak you in," he assures them, winking one generously-eyelashed eye.\n\nAfter collecting drink and appetizer orders, Lira subtly juts out his hip, and as if having been waiting for the prompt the two guys seated on that side of the table reach out and pull out the side of his shorts, slipping some bills under the spandex to slide along the bare skin of his hip before letting go again. Lira treats this as completely normal and just trots off to the station to put the order in and hang up the ticket, with you following along.\n\n"Ah, this Shorties lets them... tip you like a stripper?" you say in a slightly stunned voice... before you blink as something else sinks in. "Wait, they tip you at the <i>start</i>?!"\n\n"I hear a long time ago they used to do that at the original Shorties in, like, the fifties," Lira says with a small snicker, plucking the bills out of his shorts and folding them, tucking them in a small wallet with his name on it under the ordering kiosk before beckoning you to the side and explaining. "But yeah. They tip at the beginning, or when you bring the drinks, or refills, when you bring food, at the end. Usually it's just dollar bills or maybe a five, but they do it all through the service and then they usually do it on the bill too if they're planning to come back. And we do get a lot of repeat customers," he adds with a snort. "Guys come in here thinking they'll try it once for a laugh, and then soon they're in once a week shelling out twenty bucks a visit before normal tip for a glimpse of bare femboy hip."\n\n"... Wow."\n\nIn any event, you follow Lira or occasionally Kandi around for the next few hours, both watching how they interact with the customers and how they work the systems. The latter isn't very hard, it's just like a ton of the other chain sit-down restaurants that you've worked at (usually briefly) over the years, though the former will take some practice, acting... well, kind of sweet and feminine, especially to guys. Especially to guys who tip you like a stripper, you think with red cheeks as Lira, having let you take the order, also prompts you to present your hip. But apparently the "shy new 'girl'" thing does it because you collect more fives and even a few twenties than you do singles.\n\nEventually Lira and Kandi have you do tables with one of them shadowing you for an hour. It's definitely kind of weird to smile and bat your lashes and say in your sweet girly voice, "Hi, sir, I'm Mikaela, and I'd just love to take care of you today!", and to then present your hip, feeling that slight rush of conditioned air wash over your hip and the crinkle of bills across your skin, but... the tips keep coming. Towards the end of the shift Lira cuts you loose to do tables on your own, and between your experience and adaptability (and letting the more experienced "girls" handle the womens' section) you get through the whole shift without incident.\n\nAs Lira tells you to knock off, you collect the little blank wallet you were told to use for your tips and step into the back hallway to count... and stare. There's... there's just over $200 here! Holy crap! For one shift?! Just for batting your eyes and giving glimpses of your (admittedly very cute) hip and wiggling your butt a bit?!\n\nAs you're still standing there in shock, Jayjay approaches you, beaming. "Lira and Kandi told me you did <i>great</i> today! I really think you're going to wind up going perm at this rate!"\n\n"Ah... yeah," you say a little faintly, quickly putting the money back in the wallet and tucking it away... somewhere. You're not sure when you picked up that little trick but you probably shouldn't think too hard about how you do it or you might never find your money again. "I mean, thank you, I... well I'll definitely be in tomorrow, if you'd be okay with that," you admit, as much to yourself as her.\n\n"About that. Oh, no no, you're definitely welcome to come in tomorrow," Jayjay hurries to add, wagging a hand. "What I mean is, we could use you on the night shifts this weekend. Normally I wouldn't ask someone new to work a night shift so soon, but you did such a good job, and we've been so slammed weekend nights lately. You'd make time and a half, it's a longer shift, and the tips are <i>way</i> better, plus we sell so many more drinks." At your slightly blank look, he grins. "Oh, no one must have told you. You get a small commission for every alcoholic drink your table orders."\n\nWhile you're mentally trying to tally how many beers you sold today, Jayjay continues, in a more cautious tone, "Now, it's not just that the night shifts, especially on weekends, are a lot busier, it's... well, they're <i>wilder</i>. Let's just say that we ditch a lot of the 'folksy little eatery' vibe and go more 'full strip club'. There's a lot of, shall we say, ordering off the 'secret menu', and after midnight it's really pretty much anything goes." At your blatant 'how do you get away with that' stare, Jayjay raises his thin, perfect eyebrows and answers the silent question with, "I have an <i>understanding</i> with two city councilmen and the DA."\n\n"... Wild."\n\n"The party certainly will be!" Jayjay answers in a chipper tone. "Anyway, it's really an all-hands-on-deck sort of situation, and we could <i>definitely</i> use you, but if you're not comfortable going that far this soon... or ever... it's totally your choice, I don't <i>make</i> anyone take night shifts. But I would like to know now so I can plan things."\n\nYou hesitate. Man... if the tips are so intensely better than a day shift, and your day shift netted you this much (although again you've got the blushing newbie thing going for you... but you guess you still will by this weekend, probably). But it sounds like they're talking about you basically going Full Stripper™ instead of just the slightly risque form of tipping there is now. Or more. ... But even if you just did it once... man, you could be set for months, if it's like this...\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree to work the weekend night shifts.|MikeFBH2x1]]\n\n[[Decline.|MikeFBH1x2]]

"I think... that's still a little much for me," you say after a moment. "At least, so soon. Um... maybe ask me again next week?"\n\n"Sure, sure, no problem. Well, see you tomorrow!" Jayjay chirps, turning and prancing off back to his office. ... Why is that such a nice ass, gawd...\n\nYou turn and head into the dressing room, blushing as you see that Lira and Kandi are both undressed after their shift already, Lira standing naked at one of the mirrors and removing his makeup (and showing off his full, round brown ass) and Kandi rummaging in what you assume is his locker, wearing nothing but his cock cage as he wiggles around with his searching. You try not to stare and instead move over to stand in front of the autocloset door... and then just stand there blankly. You poke at the pad, but nothing happens.\n\n"Oh hey, you need this," Kandi chirps as he turns and trots over to you, completely unbothered by his nudity, or the little 'clink clink' of his cage's lock against the frame. He passes you a card with your name on it (except it's "Mikaela") but no picture, presumably because in the spot where it would be is just a box saying 'TEMP'. "It's how the autocloset keeps track of who's gotten what changes done, and stuff."\n\n"Oh, thanks," you say in a relieved tone, again trying not to stare at him and instead waving the card across the pad, which lights up this time... then you blink as the text it displays is 'NO CREDIT ON ACCOUNT, CANNOT INITIALIZE'. "What the...?"\n\n"Oooooo, Jayjay forgot to explain, huh?" Kandi says with a wince, which is presumably unrelated to the piercing he's slipping back into his bellybutton, a curved thing with a short dangly chain and a bright pink 'Male' symbol.\n\nLira turns and looks over with a sway of his (rather larger than the other femboys' you've seen) cock, raising an eyebrow. "Using the autocloset to change back costs $100."\n\n"WHAT?!" you yelp.\n\n"Yeah, and it's even more if you wanna make any, y'know, tweaks." At your slightly confused looks, Kandi smirks and waggles his eyebrows. "Hey, when I get the urge to go full masc again, sometimes I also wanna go Full Himbo, yanno?" he says, making a few mock macho-man flex poses. "It can do all sorts of stuff, akshully, it's a pretty cool toy, though the more changes you make from the 'default' it has stored the more expensive it gets."\n\n"It's why a lot of the employees just stay changed for the whole week they're going to be working and only change back for their days off," Lira picks up, before shrugging. "Or just stop changing back at all. I think it's been over six months since I bothered changing back."\n\n"Man... that's half of what I earned today," you mutter, eyeing the pad accusingly. You want to feel like you've been manipulated, but... ... well, honestly, $100 to use what's essentially a superscience do-anything device doesn't seem that bad, you just wish you'd known ahead of time. Also it's just half your tips, you guess, not half the rest of your hourly and whatever you got on commission.\n\nKandi pats you on the head consolingly, then perks up (just in expression, since he is still caged after all). "Hey, I know what'll cheer you up! Why don't you come out with us?"\n\n"... Where are you going?" you ask, slightly against your better judgement. \n\n"Femboy bar," Lira answers, having turned back to the mirror to apply a very bright purple and even more sparkly layer of eyeshadow.\n\n"... I didn't know there was such a thing."\n\n"Well it's not like there's a big neon sign saying 'FEMBOY BAR'," Lira says, grinning widely before composing his lips to apply metallic blue lipstick. "But it should be a lot of fun. And you'd be welcome whether you change back or not."\n\n"And hey, if you wanted to change back and, y'know, maybe pay for a few enhancements?" Kandi stage-whispers to you, grinning widely. "I'm sure you'd be <i>very</i> popular there. Or you could just, y'know, enhance your current self and be just as popular. ... Actually me and Lira miiiight be convinced to just skip the bar and hang out with you. Just saying," he chirps, as Lira gives a noticeable clearing of his throat... though you can't help but notice a slightly warmer tint to his dark cheeks. "Anyway, I'll loan you some clothes if you want, we look about the same size now," Kandi adds, glancing you up and down. \n\n... Well. That's. Um. That's. Well. Whew.\n\n... You guess you need to start by making a decision on whether you'll use the autocloset or not. Or how.\n\n<hr>\n[[Change back to normal.|MikeFBH]]\n\n[[Change back but "enhance" yourself.|MikeFBH]]\n\n[["Enhance" your current form.|MikeFBH]]\n\n[[Stay as you are.|MikeFBH]]

"Oh, c'mon Dad," Lita scoffs. "It's not the <i>nineteen</i>twenties anymore!"\n\n"I'm pretty sure even nowadays it's not that usual to date a pair of siblings at the same time," you say flatly.\n\n"But it is the dream," Lita chirps smugly in reply.\n\n... Okay you can't really argue that point, necessarily. The Martin twins are adorable (objective observation), and they are twins, even if they're not identical. And you have to admit that there's a machismo-influenced part of you that, if it were your <i>son</i> wanting to date a pair of cute twins, would probably be arguing against your better judgment. But your better judgment has a larger crowbar to work with in this situation, so-\n\n"It's just kind of odd, don't you think, honey?" you note. "I mean, if you were wanting to date one or the other, I probably wouldn't balk so much, but both?"\n\n"That's just how they are, Dad. Sunny and Luna d-... go everywhere together, that's their thing."\n\nYou eye Lita, because you're fairly certain she was going to say 'do everything together' but wanted to avoid putting it in your mind that the duo might want to do <i>her</i> together. Which, of course, just drew your attention to it further. "Listen, it's not even that <i>I</i> have a problem with it," you say slowly, though it's not as if you have zero problems with it either. "I just worry about other people giving you a hard time over it. Openly dating a girl is one thing in Deviville, openly dating two girls at once and they're sisters, that's enough to turn heads and get tongues wagging."\n\nLita shrugs, apparently unconcerned. "I mean, I can see that, but if them doesn't bother me, why should that stop me? I really like them both, Dad, I'm just asking for the chance to go out with them, not like... get three-way married or something."\n\nWhich would obviously pose its own hurdles, but. Sighing again, you at least consider the idea, just so that Lita can't say you dismissed it out of hand.\n\n<hr>\n[["... Fine."|JackGirl]]\n\n[["... No, sorry."|JackGirl3x2]]

"Look, again, it's not about me or what I think, I'm just worried about you getting hurt," you say after several moments. "In a couple of years, you can date whoever you want, seriously. But until you graduate high school I want you focusing on that."\n\n"Aw, Dad," Lita groans.\n\n"'Aw, Dad' carries no currency in these parts. Sorry, foot is down, end of discussion. Maybe we can revisit this next year or something, but right now, the answer's fully 'no'."\n\nLita's obviously not happy about that, and sulks off back to her room. Other than her being grumpy for the rest of the day and night, though, you don't get any sense of her really deeply resenting you or planning some sort of mutiny (so far), so you largely decide to leave it be. That is, until the next Saturday when she's out with friends, and you hear the doorbell ring. Opening it, you blink at the pair of pretty redheads standing on your doorstep.\n\nThe Martin twins are definitely good-looking for sure. A bit on the short side, both have brilliantly red hair cut to about shoulder level. Sunny's has a braid tied with a black bow on one side, while Luna has left hers mostly loose and simply clipped a few berettes into the opposite side of hers. Sunny, if you recall correctly, is the one with the... well... flat chest and serious expression, amber eyes steady as she looks at you, her blazer a plain grey color, while Luna's on the well-endowed side, smiling brightly and wearing a pink cardigan. Both are wearing black pleated skirts, Sunny's legs sheathed in black thigh-highs, Luna's in black pantyhose, both wearing matching brown loafers.\n\n"Hiiii Mr. Walker!" Luna chirps.\n\n"Hello," Sunny adds softly.\n\n"Ah, hey girls," you answer, trying not to feel sheepish considering you recently denied your daughter the ability to date them. They're still friends though, as far as you know, so. "Lita's not here right now."\n\n"Oh, we know, we actually came to talk to you," Luna replies breezily. "Could we come in?"\n\n"... Alright," you say with a small sigh, stepping back and gesturing them inside. \n\nLuna practically bounces her way in, Sunny following more sedately. Yeah, definitely not identical twins, you think in a bit of amusement as you close the door and follow after. The two of them settle down on the couch, hips bumped up against each other... yeah, they really don't seem to be able to bear being apart, you admit as you take a seat in the chair nearby.\n\n<img src="images/Sunny-and-Luna.jpg">\n\n"Mr. Walker, I'm guessing you can figure out why we came to see you today," Luna chirps, curling a hand against the top of her chest.\n\n"We'd like to see if we can change your mind about letting Lita date us," Sunny adds evenly.\n\n"Look, like I told Lita, it's nothing against the two of you," you assure them. "I'm just worried about her getting mistreated by other people because it's... not typical," you add, trying to find the nicest way of saying that it's weird as heck.\n\n"I think you'd be surprised how tolerant people can be with just a bit of talking to," Luna replies, smiling brighter if anything. "But come on, Mister Walker, isn't there anything we can do to change your mind? Anything at all?"\n\n<hr>\n[["No, sorry."|JackGirl]]\n\n[["You're that good at convincing people?"|JackGirl]]\n\n[["... Anything, hm?"|JackGirl]]

You set off into the neighborhood, searching for your next target. Soon you spot...\n\n<hr>\n[[-some Overwatch characters!|BudQOH6x2]]\n\n[[-a bunch of schoolgirls!|BudQOH6x3]]\n\n[[-a nerd and a hot girl!|BudQOH6x4]]

You decide to go visit your Uncle Michael. (He's just really not an "Uncle Mike" sort of guy.)\n\nArrangements are made, and soon you're heading off to the small ranch he owns in the northwest. When you arrive, he's already loading up his truck with camping gear, and he turns to give you a hearty handshake before he hugs you. (Definitely not an "Uncle Mike", see?) He's a big guy, even bigger than you, broad-shouldered, muscular, thick close-trimmed dark beard. The flannel shirt and jeans really just completes the slightly "lumberjack" look, but since he so thoroughly looks the part it comes off as sincere rather than silly.\n\n"I'm glad to have you along," he says as he doublechecks the tiedowns. "I spend a few weeks out in the wilderness every year about this time, and really I've asked your dad to let you join me a few years running, but he always had a vacation planned."\n\n"So why the wilderness? Just enjoy roughing it?" you ask as you join him in climbing into the cab.\n\n"It's sort of community service," he answers, starting up the truck and pulling out once you're both buckled up. He's the sort of guy that can say something like that and it come off completely believable and not at all put-on. "There are some old ruins out in this area of the park that showed up on some websites a few years back, now various people show up sometimes trying to go poking around looking for silly stuff like ghosts. But there are a lot of dropoffs and twists and turns out there, it's dangerous, so I warn people off when I spot them."\n\n"Huh. Are they really that dangerous?"\n\n"Very. It's important to make sure no one goes out there, at all."\n\nIt's late afternoon by the time the two of you arrive at the national park, but it's even later by the time you've arrived at the spot where you'll be camping. Uncle Michael climbs out of the truck and rummages in the back, then proffers a plastic container and a flashlight. "Here. There's a stream back that way," he says, nodding into the trees. "Head over and get us some water from it, would you?"\n\nYou nod and head off, passing through the trees. You soon pass a small hookup area... it looks like there's a faucet, you could probably fill the container there instead. Actually, it also occurs to you that you may have glanced at that website that talked about haunted ruins out in the forest... now that you realize how close you are, you're almost tempted to go look yourself. You're not sure if your uncle's warnings about how dangerous it is makes that less attractive or more.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go to the stream.|ASVis1x1]]\n\n[[Use the faucet.|ASVisPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Go exploring.|ASVisPlaceholder]]

You guess art students must get bigger rooms because of stuff like this, you think as you wander over to the section of the room that seems to be used as a workspace. Liam apparently works in quite a number of different mediums... you can see that there's some shelves with various clay sculptures on them, canvases that have been stacked up against the wall, and even what look like a bunch of molds made of various materials sitting around next to containers of some sort of liquid or slime or whatever, you guess they must be rubber or latex. (Some of those molds look kinda... hm.) \n\nIt sounded like Liam might be out for a fair bit, so looking at some of his art makes sense. Which of the mediums to start with?\n\n<hr>\n[[The sculptures.|GwynLiam]]\n\n[[The paintings.|GwynLiam]]\n\n[[The molds.|GwynLiam2x2]]

* <b>Main</b>: Cyan can yet again give in to the urge to go get a [[relaxing cookie|GGCandy7x4]].\n* <b>Main</b>: Band singer Erica can now [[obey|CC3x7]] when the club owner demands he bend over the desk.\n* <b>Main</b>: In Palladium City, Eric can now say [[he won't go to the party|PalladiumStart]].\n* <b>Main</b>: Gwyn can now [[submit|GwynSaya1x4]] to Saya's demand he wear panties.\n* <b>Main</b>: After escaping with Striped Trouble, Cypher can augment herself with [[Raptarran DNA|BadCypher10x7]].\n* Switched Amanda's school activity to go directly to cheerleader.\n* <b>Main:</b> Homura can now suggest [[challenging a dojo|HomuraStart]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Female Ranma can visit [[Ucchan's|FRanX22x1]] or the Nekohanten after being launched by Akane.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cypher can [[stammer awkwardly|CySW1x4]] when Shado asks if he's coming along.\n* <b>Main:</b> Austin can now choose to inherit his uncle's [[personal assistant|Austin1x1]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can stutter himself into being a [[Succubus King|QODK3x3]]. A few paths over he can also use mana that [[feels right|QODK1x6]] for the gacha summon.\n* <b>Main:</b> The twin elves can put the experimental [[panties|HollyXmas6x4]] on Holly to make her cooperate.\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can now ask his dad how to [[get started|QODad1x2]] having sex.\n* More of Eric at the Palladium abandoned warehouse.\n* <b>Main</b>: Holly can now untie [[all the reindeer|HollyXmas5x2]].\n

A trio of young ladies (probably middle-late-teens?) dressed up as a trio of the most popular and classic characters, point of fact... Tracer, D.Va, and Widowmaker! Tch... all three are wearing preprinted bodysuits clearly ordered online. Buuut you suppose you'll forgive them that, youths can't be held to the same standards for costumes. Plus they <i>have</i> accessorized properly, "Tracer" with her goggles, "D.Va" with her headband and cheek paint, and "Widowmaker" with her viewfinder and her skin painted blue. Quite charming, really~!\n\nYou leap out in front of them suddenly, all three jumping and starting, "D.Va" actually fumbling her branded totebag and dropping it, though luckily it doesn't spill. (Collected candy being so sacred~!) "Hey there, girls!" you chirp cheerfully. "Really cute costumes!"\n\n"Uhhh, thanks. Yours is... nice... too. ... Luv?" "Tracer" replies, remembering her accent there at the end, all three of them looking you up and down in a mixture of shock, envy at the quality of your "costume", and slight worry. As appropriate~!\n\n"I really gotta say, though, that's pretty bold," you declare, tails flicking around behind you as you put your hands on your hips. "Three young ladies like you, dressing up and going door-to-door dressed as porn characters."\n\nImmediately all three of them look angry and a bit flushed (not that it shows on "Widowmaker"), though from the mingled slightly guilty and slightly excited looks all three of them were expecting to hear something about that at some point. Still, "Widowmaker" angrily blurts, "Um, we're from a <i>video game</i>!"\n\n"Yeah, it's a really great PVP game with almost <i>five</i> really well-balanced characters!" "D.Va", asserts, thrusting out a hand with her fingers spread.\n\n"And diverse characters that do things like representing lesbians with well-fleshed-out lore!" "Tracer" declares, thrusting out her A-cups proudly, before glancing aside and wiggling a finger in the air. "Probably. When they get around to it. Someday."\n\n"Mmmmmmmmmm," you say dubiously, bringing up a cellphone with a jack-o-lantern face with ears to match yours, making a show of typing on it to do a search. "Noooooo I'm not finding any of that. According to the internet, all the Overwatch girls do is this..."\n\nSeconds later, "Tracer" is squealing, her arms thrown around the neck of the large, muscular light-skinned man in front of her, her waist gripped by the hands of the large, muscular dark-skinned man behind her, her bodysuit ripped open at the crotch so that the BBC of one can pound into her ass and the BWC of the other can pound into her pussy as she writhes and bucks between them. "D.Va" is on her knees and sprawled forward on her forearms, her eyes rolling and clenched as a large dog pounds into her from behind, its happy panting and low growling overlaying the slap of its knot and balls against her. "Widowmaker" meanwhile is on her knees in front of you, bobbing her head along the full length of your massive black and green cock, giving low, urgent 'Mmf! Mmf!' noises as you guide her motions with one hand while still diligently surfing your phone with the other.\n\n"Yeah see this is definitely waaaaaaaay more accurate," you declare cheerfully as you press "Widowmaker" down, having her fully throat your cock and grind her face against your crotch, holding her there until you suspect she's starting to turn a little genuinely blue under her makeup... except, of course, it's not makeup anymore and she <i>is</i> genuinely blue~! Your little contribution to her costume! You giggle and resume thrusting, along with the sounds of "Tracer" moaning and whimpering in clear enjoyment as she's DP'd, and "D.Va" similarly starting to make lewd, pleasured sounds as she's raped by her new canine companion.\n\nAbout the time you pull out and start stroking yourself off to cum all over "Widowmaker's" face, her tongue jutting out helplessly and mouth open wide to catch as much as you want to give her, both men thrust deep into "Tracer", their balls lifting as there are loud, exaggerated squelching noises, the girl forced to let out a blurt of "HERE CUMS THE CAVALRY!" as her eyes roll behind her goggles. The dog similarly thrusts forward, burying his knot into "D.Va", her own eyes rolling and her tongue lolling out doggishly as she too experiences those loud, exaggerated squelches that signal a massive load being poured into her, her spandex-clad belly actually bulging outward a little bit.\n\n"There we go, <i>now</i> we're doing the <i>real</i> Overwatch!" you crow enthusiastically as you step back, the men lowering "Tracer" to the ground, and the dog giving several tugs before popping its knot out of "D.Va", who shudders and groans in a way that says she just came again. All three of them sit up and back on their heels, still in shock and staring at you slightly blearily as you tap on your phone a bit more.\n\n"... Oh hey!" you declare happily, pointing at your phone. "I just discovered some new Overwatch lore for you guys! Ever heard of this loremaster called 'Rekin'?"\n\n"Huh?" the trio of costumed girls say, all of them blinking... before their eyes widen as an array of large horsemen and werewolves step out of the shadows and surround them, massive equine and canine cocks swaying with their movements, and then twitching a bit with eagerness as the creatures survey their new mates. "But-!" they all try to say, before the beastmen pounce.\n\n"Man I just love lore accuracy," you murmur, still browsing your phone as you walk away, leaving "Tracer" with her face pressed up against a horseman's balls as she's forced to nuzzle and worship them, "D.Va" getting pounded from behind by another horseman while taking a werewolf's cock in her mouth, his knot slapping against her upper lips this time, and "Widowmaker" bouncing atop a werewolf's cock, blue pussylips slapping his knot, as she strokes off another pair of horsemen while sucking another werewolf.\n\n<hr>\n[[Find another target to treat.|BudQOH6xRepeat]]

Hm, that seems to be a batch of highschool girls dressed as... highschool girls. Specifically, local highschool girls dressed as Japanese schoolgirls. Hmmmm... kind of in the vein of an accountant dressing up as a banker, idn'it? And they all seem to be the exact same Japanese schoolgirl uniform! They're not even accessorized! This needs correction... but you'll give them a treat for it too~!\n\n"Well hey there girls!" you call as you pop out in front of them, the group starting and staring. "You get a special group discount on the costumes or something?"\n\n"Whatever," the one in the lead says, apparently kicked out of shock and into haughtiness, with an apparently preprepared defense just in case anyone brought up such a thing. "They're supposed to be <i>uniforms</i>, yanno? That means the same?"\n\n"Oh still, you girls aren't having any <i>fun</i> with it!" you declare. "But you know who always has a looooot of fun with their school uniforms?!"\n\n"Huh?" the whole group of them say in near-unison... before a ragged, uneven gasp goes up, all of them staggering a bit as the various changes start to hit.\n\nAll of them's hair does of course turn a marvelous blatantly fake bottle blonde (much more obviously so than any of them were before), some of them turning thick and poofy, others wavy, still others left nice and straight, streaks of color appearing here and there. Their skins all begin taking on various shades of tan, from slightly off-color tube tans to soft light gold to rich chocolate brown. "W-what's happening?!" the leader manages to blurt, before staring down at her chest as it starts to expand beneath her uniform top, pressing it outward and lifting it up to bare her now tan belly.\n\n"You're becoming the <i>interesting</i> sort of Japanese schoolgirls, that's what!" you giggle-cackle as the rest of them squirm and buck, similarly making loud exclamations at seeing their chests expand (or in a few cases shrink), and more than a few giving shocked squeals as the identical pairs of white cotton panties they were wearing suddenly yank up into their butts as they grow thinner, turning into pussy-hugging little thongs.\n\nThe girls continue to shriek and demand to know what's happening as their bodies and clothes change, some of them's thighhighs dropping down and piling up as baggy socks instead, others turning into mismatched heights or athletic socks, varied accessories in the form of gaudy bracelets and hair barettes and loud neon scrunchies (worn either in hair or on their wrists) popping into being. Some of them's skirts begin to shrink, growing smaller and smaller until they're barely long enough to cover their crotches, and in the case of one girl not even that, her now neon pink panties growing even smaller and thinner and tucking up between her now visible pussylips. One girl yelps as she almost jabs herself with the elaborate, brightly-colored fake nails that appear over her own, others jerking their hands away reflexively and staring as their own appear, some extra long and painted in designs, others even studded with numerous fake jewels and little character faces. \n\n"Oh my god, your makeup!" one of them cries, pointing one of said elaborate fake nails at one of her friends. All of them have been gaining bright, attention-grabbing makeup, some almost whorish in the thickness of the rouge and eyeshadow and the brightness of the lipstick. But now several of the girls stare at each other in horror, and the others at them, as even more elaborate pale makeup appears on their tanned faces, going right past whorish and into clownish, complete with more glittering fake jewels pressed into the elaborate designs surrounding their mouths and eyes, ears practically bristling with numerous cutesy piercings.\n\n"What've you done to us?!" one of the girls wails at you, clutching the pin-and-dangly-decked pink shoulderbag that appeared on her shoulder. "Who the hell do you think you are?!"\n\n"Why, I'm the Queen of Halloween!" you declare cheerfully. "And I've turned you all from boring, generic schoolgirls into a lovely wide variety of gals! In fact, there's just one more bit of your costume you need," you add, raising both hands. "An attitude adjustment!" you chirp, and double-snap.\n\nInstantly, all of them go blank-faced and glassy-eyed, just standing there staring at you. Then they all start giggling and snickering, though no intelligence comes back into their eyes even as their faces light up with bright and/or smug and/or lustful grins.\n\n"Oh wow, like, totes tanku, your maj!" the one that had spoken up giggles, holding up both hands in peace signs, wiggling her fingers back and forth.\n\n"Sorz sorz there, errybody, I like, started thinkin' or somethin'!" one of the other calls, similarly putting a peace sign over her eye and winking. "Won't happen again!"\n\n"Oh wooooow like yeah totes feels sooooo much better with nothing in my brain," another moans happily. "Except, yanno, like, cock, an' junk!" she adds with a giggle.\n\n"Good girls," you coo, before pointing at the leader, who's wound up the most gyarufied out of them all, her skin a dark brown, face painted up in borderline clown makeup with stark white markings around the eyes and mouth, practically glowing blue eyeshadow and neon pink blush with her lips painted and enlarged in fire engine red, a neon pink scrunchie on one side and a neon blue scrunchie on the other giving her twinpuffs, and her uniform shrunk to the point that it's barely hiding anything of her huge tits, massive ass, and long curvy legs. "Yoooou can start showing some appreciation to your Queen," you declare. "While the rest of you... line up for inspection!"\n\n"Yes, yer maj!" the other gyarus declare, saluting with their fake-nailed hands before starting to form a line in front of you.\n\n"Like, totes, yer maj!" the leader coos as she moves forward and sinks to her knees in front of you like it was the most deeply instinctive thing in the world for her. Her own long, highly-decorated nails brush along your fur, fake jewels glinting in the streetlights, as she pulls your bright orange panties down, giving an 'oooooo!' of delighted awe as your glowing green-and-black cock springs free and almost smacks her in her overly decorated face. \n\nAs she's busy kissing at your length with her puffed-up, overpainted lips and dragging her stud-pierced tongue along it, the other gyarus finish getting into a line and briskly turn about to face away, then bend over; those with skirts still long enough to need it reach back to slide them up, making sure their asses are fully displayed. You mmm as the leader stuffs your cock into her mouth and down her throat without the slightest sense of a gag reflex, clearly having turned into the uber-slut her uber-gyaru makeup signifies, just enjoying the view as you sweep your pumpkin back and forth. Butts ranging in color from still pale tanlines to dark golden brown, from slim and pert to huge and round. All of them are wearing little animal print panties, of course, since some things are just distinctive for a gyaru, but they range from traditional yellow leopard print to orange cheetah print to brown and black leopard to white tiger to bright neon colored variations of all of them! \n\n"Yessss you girls definitely have much better costumes now," you declare cheerfully as the leader starts face-fucking herself on your cock, the jingling of her earrings and the little decorations woven into her hair picking up in intensity. Her hands with those long ridiculous nails rub worshipfully up and down your hips, just a bit of her mascara streaking down her cheeks to help make it clear to everyone she's already been throatslammed tonight, if the rest of her look wasn't enough. The others giggle and titter, wiggling their asses at you, using their long-nailed fingers to spread their buttcheeks and show that their assholes are visible under their panties, or spank themselves for your amusement. "What a wonderful treat I've given you! Remember to keep thanking me!" you add as several of them rub those long-nailed fingertips over their barely-covered pussies.\n\n"Tanku, yer maj!" they all chorus, the leader doing her best to moan her utter gratitude to you as you thrust forward and give her a truly massive throatpie, the cum spattering out around her lips and remaining in white splotches on her brightly-painted mouth, all the more obvious for the glaring red.\n\nYour carved grin growing wider, you pull your cock out of the gyaru pack leader's mouth and wipe your dick on her face, smearing her makeup just a bit... the rest of the girls' will stay supernaturally perfect, but the leader should get the privilege of showing off what a dirty little skank she is by having hers get more and more messed up~! "Alright, girls, get to all that trick-or-treating! Meaning, turning tricks in return for treats!"\n\nSoon the gaggle of giggling gyarus is galloping off down the street like a school of slutty piranha, ready to pounce and devour the first (and every) male that answers the door, or that they come across in their travels, or that they scent just out of sight in the night. They'll have a fun, thoroughly cum-soaked Halloween night... which you need to get back to making sure lasts forever!\n\n<hr>\n[[Find another target to treat.|BudQOH6xRepeat]]

Ooooo yes, so many cute trick-or-treaters out and about! And if they're of an age to still be trick-or-treating, then they've got to have at least some hope for a spooky, wicked Halloween full of ghosts and magic!\n\nBe a shame to disappoint them~!\n\nYou step off into the night, heading for the residential area. You don't doubt that Halloween night will lead you to just where you want... probably again and again, if you so desire... so you just let your feet lead the way, humming jaunty Halloween tunes through your carved lips and with your pumpkin parade merrily bopping along in your wake. And soon enough you spot-\n\n<hr>\n[[-some Overwatch characters!|BudQOH6x2]]\n\n[[-a bunch of schoolgirls!|BudQOH6x3]]\n\n[[-a nerd and a hot girl!|BudQOH6x4]]

Hmmmm? But are these two teens even wearing costumes? Well, the girl looks to be wearing some variation of a Japanese schoolgirl uniform, with a pink sweater over it, and the guy is wearing the standard black schoolboy uniform, his hair cropped close at the sides and a pair of big round glasses on his face. But is that all they did? Hm... ohhh! Oh, now you spot the sort of maroon dye to the girl's hair and her big green earrings! They're from that New Thing™! The new love comedy animated thingy that just came out! Well obviously that would be a popular couples costume for couples who liked anime this year, hm? Although from the slight mixture of embarrassment and pleasure on the guy's face, this is probably more his girlfriend's thing, but he's just happy to go along since it means he gets to be there.\n\nOkay~! Let's give them an extra immersive treat!\n\n"Ghosts are real~!" you squeal happily as you pop out at them, flailing your arms in a general ooga-booga gesture.\n\n"GYAH!" they both shriek, hopping backwards and staring at you with wide eyes... and then both giving a slightly nervous laugh of relief. Apparently with that leadin, they're willing to write you off as just having a really good costume to tease them with.\n\n"Oh? Do you think I'm joking? What about... hwah?" you declare, taking your head and lifting it up to the full extension of your arms, giving your scintillating giggle as both of them's eyes go wide again. "Still having doubts? Well what about if I throw in... aliens?!"\n\nBoth of them whip their heads upward as a bright light snaps on from above, their jaws dropping at the sight of the blinking, flashing flying saucer slowly rotating above. Then both yelp, looking like they're not sure whether to cling to each other or try to grab for something solid to hold onto as they (and you) begin to float upward. "Oh no~, what will happenya~?!" you call, knowing perfectly well what will happen since you're the one writing this little script.\n\nThere's a bright flash as the three of you pass into the alien vessel, and when it passes you're standing behind the boy, hugging him (and incidentally pinning his arms to his sides), and giggling as he starts thrashing at what he sees... specifically, his girlfriend hovering in the air at an angle, her body forced into an X by the glowing manacles around her ankles and wrists, and having been stripped to her underwear.\n\n"Oh c'mon, don't get upset!" you call as the girl starts struggling too. "This is tooootally a reference to how the series starts, after all! I mean, you didn't go too accurate with the undies," you add blithely, giggling over her chose of a rather skimpy leopard-print bra and panties, which makes her blush in embarrassment despite the situation. "But hey, as long as we're gonna play fast and loose!"\n\nBoth of them whip their heads over as one of the doors slides open, and little green men (and women) start marching through, chattering what sounds like nonsense to each other. They're much more on the cute side of classic, short, green-skinned, with huge black eyes and no noses, but cute little mouths, especially the females who have theirs in little :3 kitty grins, dealy-bopper antenna bobbing from the tops of their heads. They're also all nearly completely naked, green boobs and emerald dongs swaying as they move, their only garments little belts studded with squarish pouches and a little rocket-shaped protrusion on the back. \n\n"Wh-what's going on?! What do they want?!" the girl blurts as her boyfriend continues to struggle in his grip as the aliens mostly move to surround her. \n\n"Well, duh," you snort. "They're gonna probe you!"\n\n"What?! HEY!" she blurts as several giggling aliens grab her panties and haul them down and off of her, revealing a neatly-trimmed little thatch of black above her otherwise bare pussy. They swing her legs together enough to slide the panties off over the manacles, before she gives a yelp as the floating things immediately swing apart again but this time also fling upward, bending her forward and displaying both her pussy and her pucker. "Y-you perverts! Let me go! This is crazy! This is-!"\n\nShe cuts off, her eyes (and her boyfriend's) widing as a panel in the floor slides open and a... device... rises out. Specifically what looks like a particularly large cylinder with a rounded tip, made out of gleaming metal and a brightly-glowing pink inner core. It gives several demonstrative pump-and-spins, before it pivots around to angle itself to point directly at the girl's asshole, giving the demo thrust-and-twirl again before slowly starting to move into position.\n\n"N-no way! No way, no way, that's way too big!" she blurts, shaking her head wildly. "That'd never fiiiit!" she squeals as it settles into position at her asshole, casting its pink glow on her buttocks.\n\n"Now now, with the power of science and porno all things are possible, so jot that down," you chirp as the probe starts pushing forward, the glowing, frictionless surface effortlessly forcing her tight rear hole to spread, her teeth clenching and eyes rolling as her butt is claimed for science. You giggle at her boyfriend, who's gone still and staring in your arms, and slip your tails around to undo his pants and tug his underwear down, freeing his only slightly hard cock. But as the probe bulges up his girlfriend's stomach and she continues to make gurgling, whimpering noises and writhing in overstimulation, his cock gives a twitch and slowly begins to rise.\n\nBut when one of the male aliens floats upward and, with a happy chattering, stuffs his surprisingly large, long, fat green prick into the girlfriend's pussy is when the boyfriend's cock gives a real lurch. Now it's getting harder with every stroke of the alien's prick into his girlfriend's steadily wetter cunt, his body shivering as he listens to her forcibly pleasured cries and yowls. "Oooo, gosh, look at this," you coo teasingly at him, brushing the tip of one tail up the underside of his cock and flicking away some of the pre trickling out of it, making him shiver. "Aren't you the bad boy, getting hard to watching your girlfriend get raped by creatures from beyond our star? Mmmm... I suppose thematically, as the ghost I ought to be the one to take you," you murmur, pressing the bulge in your panties against his ass and making him squirm even more. "Buuuut... I think for noooow... I'll just turn you over to them~!"\n\n"Wha?" he blurts as you suddenly release him and step away. He staggers forward a bit, as if in reflex actually moving to help his girlfriend, before the duo of female aliens step in front of him, both giggling as one swings a stereotypical ray gun up and fires. There's a flash of light, and the boyfriend too is now floating in the air with hover-manacles, his body bared. He squirms and thrashes in their grip... then shivers and lets out a whimpering moan as the pair of giggling alien women start stroking their deft little green hands along his cock and balls, teasing and toying with him as he watches his girlfriend get probed and fucked. \n\nThe alien man soon gives a trilling moan and thrusts forward, a loud <i>splt, splt, splt</i> noise sounding over the whining, thrumming pump of the probe working, the girlfriend letting out a gurgling moan of her own and rolling her eyes, shuddering, her pussy giving a small gush around that thick extraterrestrial prick. He floats back and pulls out, a thick purple goo dribbling out of her slightly gaped pussy and down her taint to smear over her asshole and the still working, pumping probe, its own sounds turning slick and wet as it pumps into her. But almost immediately one of the other alien men floats up and stuffs his cock back into her pussy, the girlfriend's cry and moans sounding much less protesting this time.\n\n"Cra megac ed, rir?" one of the alien women coos as she strokes the boyfriend's shaft and rubs her thumb over the dripping head, giggling as she does.\n\n"Uin sah yna pekkan dryh oui, yvdan ymm!" the other adds teasingly as she strokes her hand back and forth over his balls and gives them a little jiggle.\n\nWhile he can't understand them, the 'you're totes cucked, bro' tone clearly defies the language barrier, since he gives another whimpering moan, bespectacled eyes not leaving the sight of his girlfriend getting probed and prodded by a pillar and a prick, his cock continuing to twitch in the mocking green grip of his captors.\n\nSeveral more of the alien men fuck his girlfriend and goopie her, her pussy now thoroughly smeared with purple as the latest one pulls out. Several times her boyfriend shivers and groans like he's about to cum, but each time the giggling alien girls clamp down on his cock, forcing his orgasm back, letting him hover at the edge before sinking back down to resume their teasing.\n\nFinally the probe stops its twirling and thrusting and withdraws, sliding around and off to the side to give the view of the girlfriend's asshole gaped wide open, lightly glistening and faintly tinted purple with alien cum but also darkened red with how much it's been stretched. She shudders as the manacles float her downward... and onto her hands and knees above one of the alien men. She gasps out loudly as he grips her ass with both hands and thrusts up into her pussy... and then another one moves up behind her, sliding his cock completely effortlessly into her ass. He leans forward, sliding his green hands up under her bra to squeeze and play with her tits as she moans even louder... and her moans grow more ecstatic as a second alien maneuvers in along with the other, sliding his thick green dick into her hole as well. "Ohhhh... oh fuck~!" she whimpers in obvious pleasure.\n\nSoon the alien beneath her is fucking up into her pussy, while three aliens are pumping their cocks into her ass, displaying truly superhuman dexterity in all being able to thrust at their own rhythm despite the crowding. Another is fucking her face, the girlfriend moaning lowly as she very visibly sucks and works her own head, her hands wrapped around two more big green dicks off to the sides. As the boyfriend watches with wide eyes, there's a beep and the glow of her manacles stops... and her motions don't change in the slightest, continuing to stroke the two aliens to her sides and buck her hips towards the ones fucking her, her head bobbing eagerly, apparently not even noticing that she's no longer being forced.\n\nHe lets out a longer whimper, which starts to build further and further into a moan, his cock twitching wildly, his eyes not leaving his girlfriend getting gangbanged by little green men even as he builds finally to that long-teased orgasm.\n\n<i>klikka-klak-klak-klak-klak</i>\n\nHis head whips downwards as the device one of the females fastened around the root of his prick expands outwards, plates and pieces of silver and glowing pink engulfing his cock and forcing it to softness, compressing it and shrinking it as it does, turning it into a pathetic little bulge forced down over the small round container of his balls. He's still looking at it in shock when he gives a yelp at the manacles swinging him downward onto his knees and then forward onto his chest, wrists forced behind his back. His eyes widen as the probing device visibly swings around, moving across the floor... and behind him.\n\n"Syga cina oui gaab fydlrehk, lilg!" one of the alien women giggles, gripping a fistful of his hair and turning his head back towards where his girlfriend is enthusiastically enjoying being gangraped.\n\n"Dra sah femm fyhd draen dinh fedr oui ajahdiymmo!" the other declares as she slaps him on the butt and laughs.\n\nThe boyfriend's jaw clenches and his eyes roll just like his girlfriend's did when the same probe pushes into his ass, frictionlessly sliding in deep and bulging up his belly above his trapped and tinified cock, before it starts its spiral-pumping just like with her, scanning and reshaping his previously virgin hole for use by the alien invaders. One of the alien women continues to hold his head, cooing at him and speaking mockingly, obviously reinforcing how much his girlfriend is enjoying getting fucked by those fat emerald pricks, while his own already smaller one is now pressed tight and locked away in its xenotech bondage. His eyes continue to roll and his tongue lolls out as the probe continues to stretch and modify and pleasure his ass, readying it to become yet another eager alien cum receptacle, as the other alien woman laughs and spanks his buttocks, his body giving little jolts that more and more look like fucking himself back against the probe.\n\nEventually you leave the little duo to their new adventures across the stars... currently involving the boyfriend getting fucked in the ass by three fat alien pricks, while one of the alien women rides the girlfriend's face and the other slurps cum out of her permastretched ass, cute little green face pressed entirely into it... and pop back down to Earth. It's a long night, after all, and you need to make it longer and longer! Heheh, hey, if it's a popular costume, maybe you'll have the next pair get pounced by ghosts~!\n\n<hr>\n[[On to the next treating target!|BudQOH6xRepeat]]

"I mean, well, yeah, it's just <i>dating</i>, Dad," Lita replies, giving a little huff. "I'm practically old enough to drive, I should be able to go out to a movie and get something to eat with someone romantically!"\n\n"Ennnnnh," you say by way of carefully considered response, glancing off to the side and folding your arms over your chest.\n\n"Dad, come onnnnnnnnnn," Lita urges by way of her own carefully considered argument. "It's not like I'm saying I wanna date one of my <i>teachers</i> or something."\n\n"Why did dating a teacher come into it suddenly?" you ask, frowning. Then you narrow your eyes. "Anime was a mistake."\n\n"I said I'm <i>not</i> and you know it! Dad, I'm not asking to like, stay out all night and go to super wild parties or something, I just want to be able to <i>date</i>!"\n\n"Nnh." You roll your shoulders a little. "I'm just not sure I like the idea of you dating-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-him."|JackGirl4x1]]\n\n[["-her."|JackGirl2x2]]\n\n[["-them."|JackGirl3x1]]

"But Dad, Azure's so nice," Lita says with a pout.\n\n"I don't doubt it. I'm just not sure about this whole 'dating' thing in general, is all," you huff. "Besides, Azure's older than you."\n\nLita's expression goes flat. "By a <i>year</i>."\n\n"Still. She has her own car, her parents are hardly ever home, she's-" 'Got a little too much freedom' was almost out of your mouth before you realized how it sounded and you kind of want to smack yourself. You've never wanted to be <i>that</i> sort of parent, or person for that matter, even if you are worried about the sheer amount of trouble your daughter's potential girlfriend has the opportunities to get herself into. "She's just not what I'd call 'ideal' for your first dating experience."\n\nLita continues giving you a flat look. "Oh, so what, you're just gonna pick a girl out for me?"\n\n"... I mean that would be ideal," you murmur, glancing upwards briefly, before clearing your throat.\n\n<hr>\n[["Oh, fine."|JackGirl2x3]]\n\n[["No way."|JackGirl]]\n\n[["Actually..."|JackGirl]]

"I guess it's okay if you start dating," you say with a heavy sigh after a moment, Lita perking up and getting sparkling eyes. "But!" you add quickly, pointing at her. "I'm gonna trust you to know where the line is! No staying out late, no getting into trouble, no..." You trail off, then just sort of waggle your finger around. "... Like I said, I think you should know where the line is."\n\n"Thanks Dad!" she chirps, hopping up to her feet and leaning up to kiss you on the cheek, before rushing off towards her room. "I'm gonna go tell Azure the good news!"\n\nYou roll your eyes a bit and sigh again. Dating... a new terrifying era in being a father. ... At least you're 99.9% certain in this instance that she's not going to wind up getting teen pregnant. So be thankful for small favors there.\n\nOver the next few weeks, things seem to be going... mostly okay. Other than your anxiety in general about your daughter dating, and feeling a bit pouty on the nights where she and Azure go out to dinner somewhere because you're eating alone, you're not given any real causes to worry. Lita gets home before any nebulous concept of 'late', you're not seeing any weird behaviors or trouble indicators. It's a little early to tell if her grades are slipping but you don't really think that will be much of an issue, Lita's always excelled at school.\n\nYou've just finished a workout in your home gym one weekend and are strolling through the living room, rubbing at your hair with a towel, when you pause. There is... a teenage girl in your house. Not the usual one, either. Which is hardly the first time that has happened, obviously, just that you were caught a bit without warning this time, and there's no sign of the usual one either. Your daughter's girlfriend blinks as she catches sight of your sweaty, tanktop-and-gym-shorts-clad self, but it doesn't stop her from starting to blow a bubble with her bubblegum even as she reaches up to tug out one of her wired earbuds.\n\n<img src="images/Azure.png">\n\nAzure's a bit on the tall side for a girl, though not by much, and you're still head and shoulders above her being pretty tall yourself. Very slender and pretty, and you have to admit that whoever she has dye her hair must be skilled, because its soft blue color almost perfectly matches her eyes. She's on the slim side and typically likes to show it off, today wearing a midriff-baring black and orange hoodie with open shoulders, showing off her flat belly, and tight, thoroughly ripped jeans that hug her trim hips and long legs, as well as one of her many pairs of designer sneakers.\n\n"Oh, hey Mister W," she says with a sunny smile as she pulls the popped bubble back into her mouth. "S'up?"\n\n"Ah... hey, Azure," you reply, trying not to be nervous about your (literally) hot and sweaty state. "You waiting for Lita?"\n\n"Yes, but not how you probably think." She grins as she withdraws a wrapper from her pocket and tucks her gum into it, carefully folding it. You wonder if that's on your account or if she's always so meticulous. "We were going to hang out but one of our friends called with a little freakout, Lita went down the street to help her calm down. We're going to head out when she gets back."\n\n"Ah," you say again, nodding this time. "So... how's everything going?" you ask as you drape the towel around your neck, since obviously you feel the need to have a conversation with your daughter's girlfriend now that one's been started.\n\n"Good, good," she chirps cheerfully, wandering over briefly to drop the gum in the trash, then back over to you and resting her hands on her hips, cocking them out to one side a bit. "School's good, things are good," she continues, obviously knowing where the 'adult' line of questioning goes. "Having a lot of fun with Lita, things are going good. I mean, really, there's only one thing that's been bothering me, and I was wondering if you could help."\n\n"Sure, what's up," you prompt, rolling your shoulders.\n\n"See, I'm really happy with Lita," she says slowly, glancing upward and tapping the side of her chin. "But, I keep having these naughty fantasies about older men..."\n\n<hr>\n[["... uhhhhh..."|JackGirl]]\n\n[["Oh really, now?"|JackGirl]]\n\n[[You're just gonna pretend you didn't hear that.|JackGirl]]

Your name is Austin, and you're nineteen, having made it through the majority of your first year of university. You're tall and decently good-looking, with black hair pulled back in a ponytail and a lean build. A break in classes is coming up in a few days when you get notice that your great-uncle Archibald has died. Sad news... in a sort of vague, distant way. You met Archibald a few times when you were a child, and he always seemed a kindly, fun sort, but you haven't seen him since, so it's a bit hard to be devastated.\n\nThe letter is rather vague, largely giving you only a notification of his death and the number and name of the lawyer handling his estate. You call and, after giving your name, are put through to a Mrs. Andrews.\n\n"Well, Austin... if I may call you Austin?"\n\n"Yeah, sure, go ahead."\n\n"Well, Austin, your great-uncle was well aware that you're busy with university, and made a provision in his will for that. If you like, you can come to my office and receive a set amount of money and your choice of some bequeathments, or if you care to make more time, there's a chance that you could inherit his entire estate."\n\n"Er... a 'chance'?"\n\n"Yes, as with some extremely wealthy people, your great-uncle established something of a... gimmick will. The sort of thing you'd see on TV shows and movies, I suppose. Archibald had a rather old home, supposedly haunted."\n\n"And I have to spend a night in it?"\n\n"No, not quite. You'll share the house with six other individuals. The last of you to leave wins the estate. Until then, the house is considered the joint property of all of you and your living expenses are paid. Since there is no set end date, the contest could extend... well, weeks, months, years. Obviously that has quite the potential to impact your life and your education, so it's up to you if you want to chance it on possibly not receiving anything. It is up to you... I can either make an appointment for you at my office, or make travel arrangements and have them messengered to you."\n\n<hr>\n[[Appointment.|Austin1x1]]\n\n[[Travel arrangements.|AusHH1x1]]

Maybe there's somewhere you can get away from this press of people. You just can't get over your nervousness that this will turn out like every other big open invitation party you ever tried to go to in high school, where inevitably someone will shout "Hey, Gwyn Stacey's here!" and provoke a flurry of laughter. You wander a bit more towards the edge, then notice that there's a sign put up on a door that reads 'To Game Rooms'. Ah, that should be better. You head through, the sound from the main area almost instantly cutting off as the heavy door closes. \n\nIt looks like this is normally a set of small computer labs and study rooms but has tonight been transformed into, well, gaming rooms. Still, most of them are empty, with a few people playing a shooter in one of the computer rooms. You wander down the shortish hall, and are a bit relieved when you spot someone at least moderately familiar... Cal. Stepping into the room, you for a moment watch him playing with what look like some 'artisanal' tinker toys or whatever you'd call something that looks a bit fancier and probably costs ten times as much before speaking up. "Hey."\n\nHe glances over, and it's actually kind of nice that he looks happy to see you. "Oh! Hey, Gwyn, needing to get away from the noise for a bit?"\n\n"Yeah. I'm not disturbing you, am I?"\n\n"Nah, nah, come have a seat if you want. I'm just fiddling." He waits for you to sit down before turning his attention back to the assortment of sticks and connectors, mming. "This is kind of how I brainstorm sometimes. I mean it's not a really good representation of the chemical bonds I'm trying for but it does help me think."\n\n"Oh, you're a chemist?"\n\n"Chemical engineer," he corrects, but at least he grins when he does. "I'm part of this school's program that develops high-end projects, actually, though this one's kinda... personal too, y'know?"\n\n"Oh?" You wonder if this is about to get awkward, like he's going to tell you that everyone in his family has supercancer or something. Which would be awful, but also you never quite know how to properly react to that kind of thing, so much much less awful but still not great for you.\n\nInstead he glances at the door, then gets up and goes over to nudge it closed. You eye the pudgy boy curiously as he settles back into his seat. "So, okay, you may find this difficult to believe, but I'm working on a genetic enhancement serum."\n\nYou stare at him. "Are you serious? That sounds like... superhero stuff," you say dubiously.\n\n"Hey, almost every new invention is science fiction at some point, right? You can't write something off just because it's in a comic book!" You can tell he's trying to keep his good cheer, but he also seems intensely worried about your reaction. You wonder why... except then he goes and tells you. "Listen, Gwyn, no offense but... I can tell you're like me. You've got, y'know... issues with people teasing you and treating you like crap because of the way you look, right?"\n\n"..." Having it stated outright like that is a little hurtful, but you can't really deny it either, so you just give a small nod.\n\n"The reason I'm telling you is that I understand! This is our chance to change everything!" he says excitedly. "I've been working on this project for two years straight and now I think it's finally ready for implementation! I just haven't told the admin. But if you're as sick of being treated like crap just for your looks as I am, we could finally do something about it!"\n\nHe... seems really serious. Could it be? Could you finally have an answer for all your years of trying to seem less girly and more manly? Maybe even more than that... superpowers?!\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree to take part.|Gwyn5x2]]\n\n[[Decline the offer.|Gwyn]]\n\n[[Try to convince Cal not to go through with it.|GwynCal]]

'Elegance Parfait' just sounds so... well... so elegant! "I'll have an Elegance Parfait, please," you reply, handing the menu back. \n\n"Oh?" She looks a little surprised. "It's kind of rich but not an intense flavor or anything. But it's still really good!" she hurries to add, glancing around (presumably for her boss to make sure he didn't hear her seemingly running down a menu item). "I'll go get that for you now!"\n\nShe returns with a tall, frosted glass done in the style of a champagne flute, filled with layers of slightly different-colored mousse capped with a topping of fresh meringue and a single, perfect cherry. You pick up the slender, long-handled spoon and begin to eat. You soon understand what she meant by it not being an intense flavor... there's a definite sweetness to it, but it's smooth, and even, and rich rather than just blasting you with any one flavor. It has a very soothing quality about eating it, and you take your time, enjoying the experience and letting it ease your excitement into something more mature, an easygoing cheer at the world and that you get to live in it today. You notice that the waitress is almost outright staring at you as she delivers the check, but you simply give her a kind, easygoing smile and rise, stepping outside.\n\nYou pause in front of a window to look at your reflection. Hm... you're not sure why Motoko said you'd lost any height, you seem to be the same height as always. You pluck at your shoulder a bit with two fingers... it's loose there, it's true. A bit more plucking at your shorts shows they're a little snug in the hips though... well, you wanted to get rid of these drab clothes anyway. You also turn slightly to the side... your hair's gotten so long since you got here, it's actually down past your knees. You're not quite sure when it got so long, but there it is. Yes, you were right to decide on a haircut today, it definitely needs a bit of a trim and a shampoo. Spotting an upscale salon, kimono-clad ladies visible bustling about inside, you smile and head for the door.\n\nIt takes a little bit of convincing to get service, but your demeanor is so calm and reasonable, and your Japanese so fluent and deferential at this point, that the beauticians relent. Your hair is washed and brushed and dried, and you settle into a chair while one beautician trims the edges just a bit before braiding it in a traditional Japanese style, while other beauticians attend to your fingernails and toenails, clipping them properly short and applying a no-nonsense finish of clearcoat on them. One of them actually compliments you on what lovely hands you have, and you briefly hold one up, smiling at how sleek and pretty and ladylike it is. Once they're done, you pay and give a respectful bow to the beauticians along with your formal thanks, which they return after a brief hesitation. Then you head to a nearby clothing store... nothing too fancy, after all you don't want to showboat. \n\nYou make your way to the underwear section first, and pick out a pair of simple and straightforward white panties... nothing too elaborate or too young, but you do think they'll show off your hips and rear nicely (without being too ostentatious). You hesitate for a moment, then use a nearby tape measure to take a quick measurement of yourself before snagging an appropriate bra. The cups are effectively flat, but it just seems improper to wear panties without a bra. You select an ankle-length maroon skirt, a cream-colored sweater, and some simple white flats, and pay for the lot before asking if you may please change in one of the fitting rooms. The somewhat flustered clerk agrees, and you step inside, undressing and taking a moment to examine your slender-shouldered, round-hipped, curvy-legged form in the menu, your slender cock and sleek, hairless balls shifting slightly with your movements. Well, you can stop that you decide, stepping into the panties and pulling them up. A few tugs and everything's fixed in place... you still have a slight bulge, but it's not that noticeable. You slip on the bra and spend only a few moments figuring out how to do it up, settling the straps in place. Another quick check... yes, that looks lovely, the bra really makes it work. You step into the skirt and pull it up, fastening the waistband and then pulling on your new sweater. Slipping your feet into the flats, you examine the reflection of a tall raven-haired refined lady in the mirror and nod firmly before stepping back out. You do a little bit more shopping... mostly similarly mature, elegant clothing with a few dressier things... before setting them to be delivered to the Hitasuneko.\n\nYou tuck your wallet into your new purse as you step outside, striding back towards the train section. You pause as you pass another boutique, and a thought strikes you. Taking out your phone, you compose a text. 'Shirou-san, if you would not mind it, could we perhaps meet in front of the school when your classes have finished?' Then you step inside the boutique, smiling a bit in restrained anticipation.\n\nThat afternoon, you draw a few glances as you walk carefully through the crowd, but it's not proper to dwell on such things. You easily spot Shirou in his elegant white suit in the crowd, and smile in gentle pleasure to yourself as you approach him. "Shirou-san," you call, not raising your soft, feminine voice too much.\n\nHe blinks and looks over, then almost does a double-take. You try not to giggle at it... apparently your new clothing and hairdo have startled him a bit. Of course, you suppose it's also probably the makeup... in the true style of a mature, proper lady's makeup, it's barely possible to tell you're wearing it, the colors sublte and applied just to accentuate the natural femininity of your features. It also, you noted with pleasure when you looked in the mirror, served to make you look faintly more Japanese, to the point that you could pass for a light-skinned woman of the island. "Ah... Austin, you look... quite lovely," he says, his cheeks actually coloring a little. \n\n"Thank you, Shirou-san. Shirou-san, I hope you won't consider this too forward, but as I have no father to arrange it for me, I would like very much if we could perhaps make an 'omiai'," you explain primly, before giving a formal bow. "If you will have me, I will be in your care. Please treat me kindly."\n\nHe still seems a bit flustered, but smiles and briefly returns the bow then. "Very well then." He reaches out to take your hand, making you give a maidenly blush at how forward it is as he turns and leads you along. "But let us have this omiai meeting at my apartment."\n\n"O-oh my, Shirou-san," you murmur, covering your mouth with your fingers as you blush. "I'm... I'm not sure that's proper, it's... it's so sudden."\n\n"As you said, you've no father to arrange it, and I've no family either, so I think we may assume ourselves already engaged," he practically purrs, leaning in to nuzzle at your ear a little. And in public, he is so wicked! You can't really argue with that, and he is the man after all, so you follow him to a nearby apartment building, trying not to fret over what the doorman must think, Shirou-san bringing an unescorted lady up to his apartment. The apartment is spacious and modern, furnished mostly in white, and Shirou-san guides you to have a seat on the white leather couch before sitting down beside you. He seems delighted by your gentle, nervous squirming, reaching out to cup your chin and turn your head towards him, bringing his lips in close.\n\n"Oh... oh my, Shirou-san, kissing? Before... b-before we're married?" you gasp, but are unable to pull away.\n\nThat only seems to delight him more, and his eyes sparkle as he leans in to claim your lips. You shiver... your first kiss! And it's such a lewd kiss, too, his tongue flicking along your lips and pressing into your mouth. But then he is the man, and such a strong, forceful man too, and so you let your lips part and allow him to truly claim your mouth, whimpering softly as he presses you back into the couch and strokes his tongue around yours. He pulls away only slightly enough after a moment, running a hand up and down your thigh over your skirt, though the lewd implications are enough to make you blush from collarbone to hairline. "So, my bride to be, what is it that you want out of this marriage?" he murmurs.\n\n<hr>\n[[To help him succeed however you can.|AusJP]]\n\n[[To be a proper Japanese wife.|AusJP]]\n\n[[To do absolutely anything he says.|AusJP]]\n\n[[To be a good wife and mother.|AusJP]]

You're a thirty-two-year-old man named Mike (just a regular joe). You have short hair-colored hair and neutral-colored eyes, and are neither particularly ugly or particularly handsome, nor remarkably stupid or exceptionally intelligent. You're just a very average guy who's had very average success... well, for some metric of "success". See, you've never been the sort to hold down a really <i>regular</i> job. You've got an ongoing contract with a temp agency that keeps you in fairly regular employment, but your average span at one job is roughly two weeks. Still, it generally suits you pretty well, you get to try lots of different things and are never in one place long enough for it to become truly life-suckingly boring.\n\nOn this particular day, you get up and check your for-public-consumption email (because you realized that putting RikkuTits4ever@rule69.com on job applications wasn't a terribly great idea) to find that you do indeed have an assignment from the temp agency. In fact, it's something of an embarrassment of riches... they've had such a flood of demands for warm bodies that you actually have your pick of assignments this time! The email lists your options as:\n\n<b>Security Guard</b> position at [[Fast Felipe's Fiesta Funhouse|MikeFiestaStart]]. Hours are Midnight to Six AM on weeknights. Pay is minimum wage plus $100 if you last the entire week (apparently they've had retention issues). Vital job skills are listed as: time and resource management, diligence, and... courage?\n\n<b>Janitorial Staff</b> position at [[The Boobonic Institute|MikeMSTStart]]. Huh... must be some sort of disease control place with a penchant for typos. Anyway, hours are "flexible", pay is minimum wage plus "staff privileges", whatever that means. Vital job skills are listed as: thoroughness, inoffensiveness, and a strong stomach.\n\n<b>Test Subject</b> position at [[AppAssure Industries|MikeAppStart]]. Normally, being a guinea pig for drug trials and whatnot would be a little bottom-of-the-barrel even for you. However your agency is promising a <i>big</i> bonus if you'll just do even one test. Apparently the client is a bit desperate for subjects and willing to pay top dollar for some help.\n\n<b>Dispute Settlement Specialist</b> position at [[Dark Planet LLC|DarkMikeStart]]. You're not really sure exactly what the job actually entails... there's a ton of corporatespeak and vague BS like "capable of brainstorming innovative solutions to recurring issues with hostile parties". On the other hand it's got two things going for it... one, it doesn't actually list any hard specifications like special degrees or years of experience, and two, one distinctly non-corporate bit at the end includes "Bonuses may include wealth and power beyond the comprehension of mere mortals." ... It's a red flag but at the same time a golden one so it would be a lie to say you're not tempted.\n\n<b>Customer Service Specialist</b> at... [[Shorties|MikeFBHStart]]? Uh... there must be some mistake, why would your agency send you this? Shorties is one of those restaurant/bar chains where the girls dress provocatively (though less provocatively than they used to); specifically they wear super tight tiny little shorts (though again most girls nowadays wear hose under the shorts). You can't see why they'd be looking to hire a guy... like, maybe if you were gonna fill in as a manager or something, but 'Customer Service Specialist' in this context usually means 'Waitress'.

* <b>Main:</b> Warrior Cyan can [[make a decision|GGWar2x4]] about the misfit party's plans.\n* <b>Main:</b> When helping Harold for his father, Eric can now discover he's got [[pervy fetishes|HerschelHorse7x2]]. (What, in this game?)\n* <b>Main:</b> The young adult male option Billy has been renamed Gwyn to be more distinctive, and has been started.\n* Warrior Cyan can now [[avoid the other party|GGWar2x2]] as well.\n* More work on various bits of Gwyn.\n* <b>Main:</b> Pirate Cypher, after being dumb enough to not put his helmet up, can now [[pick a bunk to collapse on|BadCypher2x3]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can now [[give away|GGMCE4x1]] the "Official Monster Girl Trainer" shirt.\n* More work on Gwyn here and there.\n* <b>Main:</b> Catgirl Erica can now give Freia [[a chomp|RunFF6x9]].\n* <b>Main:</b> After showing himself to Leena and Garri, Eric can declare he [[doesn't want to go back to Earth|StarCirc2x1]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Incubus Jamie can now [[fuck Maya's pussy|QOFam4x2]] during the foursome.

B.'s actually turned out to be quite a bit of fun, something of a goofy nerd out of the past with that silly outdated surfer dialect and love of games. Speaking of which, as you walk into the arcade you can see her already jabbing away at the Turtles In Time machine, the coin receiver area unlocked and pulled open below.\n\n"Oh, hey dude!" the futa animatronic declares cheerfully, despite that jittery tearing in her voice. "S'up? I've got it set to free play if you wanna hop in!"\n\n"Yeah, only way to play, this thing's quarter-hungry," you say with a snort as you move to the Raphael console and tap the button to join the game.\n\n"I knooooow, right?!" B. says with a giggle, wiggling in place and making both her jiggly rubber tits and plasticene cock wiggle.\n\nThe two of you play for awhile, until finally B. lets out a laugh. "Oh c'mon dude! Your head's not in the game!" Then she glances down, servos whirring as she fixes her plastic eyes on the almost visibly throbbing bulge in your pants. She lets out a crackly giggle as she says, "Oh, those are like, way backed up, huh?" She leans forward over the game console, wiggling her round, molded ass and showing off the neon pink slit between her legs as her cock slaps against her inner thighs. "C'mon, dude, if we're gonna play decent, gotta like empty those balls first I guess!"\n\nSnorting, you finally free your cock from its cloth prison and move behind her, pushing into that tight, molded rubber onahole between her legs until you've sunk into her all the way, and starting to thrust lightly. "Well don't let our game go to waste, cute stuff!" you tease her.\n\n"Mmmf, like, oh yeah, dude," she moans out, quickly tapping the 'new life' button before the timer can finish counting down and resuming play, even as you're fucking her from behind.\n\nIn the days that come after, you find yourself seeking out B. a bit more than the others. Sometimes before and sometimes after the usual fuckfests with everyone else, or occasionally on nights where the others disperse to do their own thing. Not just screwing around on your own, but more and more the two of you start to take breaks and just do things like playing games, or watching movies you bring in on one of the televisions (though you have to hit up swap meets and such for VHS tapes). Oddly it really does seem like the more time you spend with her, the less her voice crackles, the more natural her movements seem, and the more she emotes like... well, a person. There are long stretches where you somehow almost forget that you're sitting with an animatronic, and you just fall into the groove of hanging out with a good friend without thinking anything more about it.\n\n"I want you to quit."\n\n"Uh." You blink at Felipe as she greets you at the door one night when you're more than a bit late in arriving due to a wreck shutting down the highway. "What? Why? I mean... ... okay to be honest I thought if you got tired of me I'd just wind up tossed in the meat grinder mid-lewds."\n\n"It's not that I'm tired of you," the animatronic futanari says after a moment, heaving a sigh. "We like you, Mike. It's weird but we do. You treat us well and that's never happened before. We have fun with you. B. <i>really</i> has fun with you. ... To the point that when it looked like you weren't going to show tonight she moped back to the tool room and went into power saving mode early." Felipe puts up a hand to halt you as you immediately start to move past her to head for the hallway. "No. Just let her for now. Like I said... I think you should leave."\n\n"Why the hell?!" you blurt, for the moment forgetting that she could snap you in two on a whim and scowling at her.\n\n"Because something's happening with her that none of us thought we were capable of, and if you weren't dim as the lighting usually is in here you'd see it." Now you stare at Felipe as her eyelids whir into their own narrowed expression. "And it can't be allowed to happen."\n\n"... What, like... whatever it is that makes you like this, it will fulfill some prophecy and you'll burst into a storm of techno-tentacles that will devour the world if you fall in love?" you murmur sulkily, glancing down.\n\n"No, idiot, you'll break her heart after helping her develop one in the first place."\n\nYou blink, looking up at her. "But-"\n\n"Listen." There's a soft <i>vrr-vrr</i> as Felipe pokes you on the chest a few times. "Even if you weren't coming to this place all the time, risking yourself with us or new animatronics every single time they add one, something could happen to you out there, or you'll just get old, or..." She trails off, another soft <i>vrr</i> sounding as the corners of her mouth angle down. "She'll never be able to leave here. Never change, never grow. And you can only ever have six hours a day with her, at most. The other eighteen, you're out there, she's in here, and what're you gonna do if one day you come in and they've decided to ship her off to a storage facility somewhere without telling the nighttime security guard, because why would they? Or you get in a car crash and just never show up again without any of us knowing why? You can't do that to her, Mike." She blinks slowly, with a drawn out <i>vrrrr</i>. "Or the rest of us. Or yourself. Just... quit. Turn around and go, right now. I'll square it with Robert so that he makes sure you're comfy enough from now on that you won't have to worry about getting another job. And... we'll all try to keep up with being on the brighter, safer side. So don't worry, you'll get plenty of pay and you've dropped the murder rate around here, there's nothing else to keep you here. Si?"\n\n<hr>\n[["... Fine."|MikeFiesta]]\n\n[["... There's B."|MikeFiesta]]

Before you can nut up and resign yourself, Felipe speaks up. "Now hold on, Paiko, we just agreed that we're not trying to ruin this one. We fuck him up and he might not come back even if he gets through it, then we're back to a string of one night wonders. Now you may be new, but for your information that's pretty damn boring."\n\n"Awwwww," the raccoon animatronic murmurs, mechanical ears and thick tail drooping.\n\n"Y'just gotta give us a chance to work him up to ya, sug," Boomer declares, making you blush as you realize where this conversation is going. Indeed the others are taking the chairs down from the table you're leaning on, obviously intending to make a space, and Chichi has produced another of those repurposed condiment bottles, this one painted white and labeled 'Supa Loob'. "I don't doubt Sugar here can take that monster, just gotta let us soften up that temp-pussy first."\n\n'Temp-pussy', really? Still, you know better than to really resist as Felipe turns you and bends you over the table, instead just spreading your legs... it's pretty clear you're going to get fucked in the ass, and by every large/strange/huge cock here, may as well be a good slut about it, you think with wry amusement. You can hear the squirt of the bottle from behind you and some thick 'slrp' noises, before Felipe's bulbous prick is pushing into your ass, making you groan as it slips inside you incredibly easily... man that lube must really be super. Soon you can feel a segmented hand wrapping around your cock and stroking it in time with Felipe's mechanical thrusts into you, the firm rubbery sections also feeling slick and dripping... a glance down shows Chichi kneeling beside you and doing the milking job as Felipe fucks you against the edge of the table, the lewd sounds of assfucking mingled with the mechanical whirr of servos and the plinky bleeps and bloops of slightly distant arcade machines.\n\nYou soon find yourself being edged in a different way than last night, Chichi controlling your orgasm with mechanical precision, stopping or squeezing or altering pace to hold you back every time the stroking and Felipe's fucking bring you close. Even as Felipe thrusts in and empties her load of fake cum goo into your ass. She slides out, and is quickly replaced by B. Awesome, the dino-animatronic sliding her fantastical dildo-dick inside you, the ridges and bumps squishing through the mixture of lube and play-goo jizz. For just the first few strokes she lets her ridged knot thump against your asshole much like Boomer did last night, before once again she's back to knot-fucking you, popping it in and out of every thrust while giggling and rubbong your back, occasionally slapping your ass and in general being a wickedly playful maniacal futa fuckbot, Chichi's own high wicked giggles joining the pink robot's cartoonish ones as she keeps stroking and edging you.\n\nYou're trembling at the feel of B.'s playslime cum sliding down your taint and over your balls as Boomer steps up to take her turn, starting with long, slow thrusts that just lightly press her knot up against your now well-fucked hole. But apparently since she came after B. this time, she's soon pushing her knot inside yo, the bigger swelling popping inside you... then pulled right back out of you, stretching you again, only to push back in on the next stroke. Each time the thrusts get a bit faster and a bit harder, until Boomer's knot-fucking you with the same quick, efficiently mechanical fuck-machine stroke the others use, your jaw clenched and eyes rolled, body trembling as every single pop of that knot makes you want to cum but Chichi stubbornly refuses to allow you to.\n\nYour ass is gaping and completely smeared with faux cum by the time Boomer finishes and steps back, your brain having descended back into a foggy haze of almost disconnected pleasure again... so much that you almost don't notice Chichi's hand disappearing from your dick, nor the new set of cool robotic hands gripping your hips. But you do feel something big and blunt pressing up against your messy hole, and with a glance over your shoulder, you see a smirking green raccoon animatronic looming behind you. "Awww yeah, it may be sloppy fourths, but I still can't wait! Take it, bitch!"\n\nLuckily she still doesn't try to thrust the entire thing into you... just half. Your mouth opens and your tongue juts out, your whole body shaking hard as you instantly cum, your dick jumping and shuddering as you fire long ropes of cum onto the threadbare carpet below, your lower stomach showing a distinct bulge against the table. That bulge just slides higher as Paiko slides more of her massive green dildo-dick into you, your whole body shaking and your cock continuing to spurt as she pushes into you. She doesn't stop until that big, swaying latex sack is pressed against yours, dwarfing it despite the enlarging effects of both Chichi's strange sauce and the medication you took earlier. Then she begins pumping her hips, a shorter, more abrupt pace than the others, but still with that same consistent, machine-precise stroke that never waivers and never relents. And you just can't stop cumming, your cock bouncing and swaying beneath you and shooting a seemingly endless supply of cum. You're not even sure how long it is other than 'a very long time' before she finally shoves in and starts cumming in you, your belly rounding out and actually lifting you off the table some with the sheer amount, your mind once more descending into base animal-level instinct to fuck and survive.\n\nYou retain a little more of what you do under this mindset this time, at least. The feeling of your ass gradually leaking out the load pumped into it as you go down the line of five bent-over animatronics, depositing more loads in their tight asses, including some payback on Paiko by slapping and fondling her balls while you're fucking her, making her squeal in that cute tomboy voice. Being at various points in a long interconnected train of the animatronics fucking each other and you, always with Chichi on the end of the train getting her latex chickenpussy pumped full. Five rubber tongues working over your dick, balls, and asshole, recorded-sounding voices cooing and moaning and calling you lewd names as they bring you off again. Until eventually the animatronics all shuffle off to clean up and change bodies (or, in Paiko's case, seal herself back into her all-concealing space suit). You're left laying splayed on the floor this time, mostly covered in a fairly hefty coating of white. ... And green? You blink blearily, dragging a fingertip through some of that and sniffing it, then sticking the finger in your mouth and sucking it clean. Yup, that's the 'space pudding' from Paiko's original promotion. Wild.\n\nThis time you find the employee bathroom and use the showers before getting dressed, still feeling tired and a little sore but not anywhere near as much as last night. You pop into the security office, where Robert re-greets you cheerfully. "Man it wasn't quite as good as seeing it with my own optics, but the camera feed was still wild. Especially with the lights on, I could see <i>everything</i>! See you tomorrow night, man?" \n\n"Yeah, see you then," you reply with a grin.\n\nAnd so that's how it goes... by day you sleep and eat and prepare yourself for what's to come. While for the first few nights you just completely keep your hands off of yourself to make sure and save up, eventually you give in and start edging yourself... and fucking your own ass, at first with fingers and then with a series of nice big dildos you buy, laying in bed with legs raised, stroking your engorged prick (is it actually still getting a little bigger every night?), constantly denying yourself until you're aching and needy, but refusing to let yourself cum until one of your girls (as you start to think of them) decides you should. Not that there aren't plenty of temptations... the effect you seem to be having on others is only increasing, with people out in public flushing, women getting breathy as their nipples stiffen at your passing, men swallowing as their eyes glaze with a mixture of confusion and lust as their dicks stiffen. The people around your apartment complex start dressing increasingly more provocatively and making increasingly less veiled offers for you to come over or to invite them over... but you've got to save all your energy for your six hours of insane pleasure at work.\n\nAlthough you do notice that things are calming down there a little too. Maybe it's that you keep turning on the lights or talking to them and greeting them with cheer, but the animatronics actually seem to be getting... friendlier? After the first few frenzied nights they seem willing to ease into things a bit more, chatting and kissing and making out with you before getting into the business of madness-inducing fucking. They also start randomly offering to let you take breaks to get cleaned up and have a snack. You're not sure whether it's even more bizarre or more normalizing when one evening you find yourself playing arcade games against Chichi and B. Awesome than just doing wild fucking... although Felipe, Boomer, and Paiko get on their knees giving the three of you head while you do partway through, so it's not like it's entirely wholesome.\n\nAs the week draws to a close, you walk in a little late, seeing that the stage is already empty. "Hey, Robert, how's it going?"\n\n"Hey muchacho, good to see you again. Wild that you're actually gonna get your full week's paycheck... I've arranged to make it a good one too, just as promised. Y'know, I feel like you're really making some positive changes around here... there's been a big decline in 'incidents' during the day, besides the ones after hours. I think after this I could probably move some files around and make you a permanent employee. And, obviously, continue making sure you continue to get that bonus for being so entertaining."\n\n"Huh. Really?" Weirdly, you'd never thought of this just... sort of going on indefinitely. You'd been enjoying it more and more, and yet in the back of your mind you'd just been thinking of it as something temporary, since everyone kept calling you 'the temp'. But to make a... what, a career of this? Or at least a long-term job?\n\n"Eh, think it over. It's a pretty big commitment after all. Once you're a permanent employee, I wouldn't be surprised if the animatronics got even more attached, so if I were you I wouldn't plan on taking any vacations once that's done. Anyway, who you gonna spend time with tonight?"\n\n"Huh?" you ask, startled out of mulling over the possibilities by that question.\n\n"I've noticed the animatronics have been getting a bit more individual too... wouldn't be surprised if tonight they all decided to do their own thing. If you go to just one of 'em I imagine the others will make their own fun for the night. Like, if you wanted some one-on-one time with one of 'em, you could probably head to the stage if it was Felipe, the arcade for B., or the kitchen if it's Boomer. Obviously you'd head into her little area if you wanted it to be Paiko, or you could sit here and wait and I bet Chichi will come look for you herself. Or, eh, head to the main dining room as usual and they'll probably all wind up there eventually. Whatever floats your boat! I'm gonna see it all anyway."\n\nHuh. Interesting thought... you hadn't really pictured just spending some one-on-one time with one of the girls. Though it does sound kind of nice... although so does the usual of being with everyone. Hm, decisions decisions...\n\n<hr>\n[[Head to the stage.|MikeFiesta]]\n\n[[Go to the arcade.|MikeFiesta2x5]]\n\n[[Visit the kitchen.|MikeFiesta]]\n\n[[Enter the playland.|MikeFiesta]]\n\n[[Sit and wait here.|MikeFiesta]]\n\n[[Do as usual.|MikeFiesta]]

You glance around, looking for... yeah, there, tucked around a corner and slightly higher up than would be normal (no doubt to keep it out of reach of little hands). You walk over and flip the switch.\n\nThe overhead lights sputter and buzz, then come on, as does the faux-neon of the sign above Paiko's Playland, blinking and shimmering in sparkly colors. Huh. You half expected it not to work, since Robert said they were always barely paying the power bills. Well, they didn't actually tell you that you couldn't turn the lights on, so until someone does no harm in doing so. With the lights on the room ceases to be a dim, haunted-seeming, decrepit mockery of a children's restaurant and instead just looks like... a slightly run-down children's restaurant. Especially since one of the switches you flipped apparently sent power to the game room and you can now hear the blips and bloops of cabinets and stalls in attract mode from down the hall. Feeling weirdly both more normal and more perverted for being half-naked in the place now, you make your way over and lean on a table to wait.\n\nIt's only a minute or two before the jiggling, jutting forms of the quartet of animatronics come walking out of the hall from the maintenance room, looking back and forth as if they were slightly confused by the lights being on, but also not seeming particularly bothered. In the full light they're definitely less creepy, but still cartoonish, albeit lewdly so. Chichi quickly makes a beeline for you, big white latex tits bouncing energetically as she almost skips over, the others taking a more sedate pace and allowing her time to press up against you, wrapping a segmented-fingered hand around your engorged prick and starting to stroke. "Yay, Daddy came back and he's ready to play~!"\n\n"Papi does look <i>very</i> ready to play," Felipe coos as she moves up to your side as well, leaning in to kiss you with those exaggerated rubber lips and press her molded tongue into your mouth. You kiss back without hesitation, even reaching out to start stroking along her own big dildo-dick much as Chichi is stroking yours. Hm, their voices sound less creepy too... are they less distorted than they were before? Or have you just gotten used to it?\n\n"Yeah, I've been looking forward to this all day," you admit to them with a grin as you break the kiss, looking down as Chichi kneels in front of you, lipped beak opening wide as she leans in towards your dick.\n\nEveryone stops and turns their heads towards the Playground door as it slides open with a soundfile that's probably breaking copyright... okay yeah it's still kind of freaky that Chichi's head swivels 180 while her mouth's still open and tongue still out in dick-swallowing readiness. Emerging from the equally well-lit area beyond is a large figure in a puffy silver spacesuit, complete with large dome helmet (with two molded plastic raccoon ears on top of it), a puffy-segmented stretch behind the suit indicating the tail. Looks like they decided to eliminate the creepiness of the Paiko animatronic by making the helmet completely opaque. Gloved hands slowly reach up to give the helmet a twist and lift it off... revealing a feminine style just like the others, an anthropomorphic female racoon with noticeable lips and highlighter yellow hair, motorized ears giving a twitch as she lets out an 'it was stuffy in there' style "Whew!" before looking back and forth at the other four. "Oy oy, so do we not kill temps anymore? No driving them crazy? What?"\n\n... You think you recognize that voice too. You're pretty sure that's a voice actress that specializes in 'tomboy' type characters. Again you're not sure if there's less weird scratchy distortion or if you're just used to it from the others. Still, you're a little relieved when Felipe says, "Nah, this one's cool. He went a full six hour fuckfest with all of us last night, you don't waste a talent like that by tossing them in the meat grinder or something."\n\nThat was an option?! Yikes. Kind of a relief to hear it's off the table now though. Even moreso when Paiko says "What, really? Guess he's cool in my books then too! Let's blast off!" She reaches for the front of the suit and unzips it... and despite all you've seen so far your eyes still widen when that lime green phallus comes flopping out.\n\nPaiko Pudding apparently has the inverse proportions of Chichi, in that while her tits are smaller than any of the others, she has a cock and it's significantly larger than any of theirs... it must have been nudging up into her cleavage when it was held in by the space suit. It shakes wildly as she shimmies out of the rest of the suit, at least still almost entirely human in shape, though the head is more streamlined and longer. (Idly, the rest of her body also looks a little more advanced than the other four... less space between joints, a more articulated face, and her green-and-black ringed tail is a solid shiny thing of latex rather than a bunch of individual sections.) She finishes stepping out of the suit and stands with feet wide, no doubt to let her fairly thick thighs give her latex sack (which are even bigger than might be expected of the sizable dick she's wielding and actually jiggle and sway as opposed to the firm, solid ones on the other animatronics) room to move. "Aw yeah, I can't wait to give a temp that can actually keep up with us a try!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Whoa, whoa, no deal!|MikeFiesta]]\n\n[[Welp. Let's do this.|MikeFiesta2x4]]

Hell, if you're gonna fuck, may as well go nuts with it <i>and</i> get paid, which isn't something you can do by hitting the nightclub. ... Unless... ... no, no, better just to go back.\n\nYou head over to the pharmacy halfway between Fast Felipe's and your apartment, figuring that must be the most likely place for Robert to have put in that request, if he really could do it. Sure enough, they have it waiting for you, though the pharmacist gives you a rather odd look as she hands you a fairly sizeable box and notes that there's instructions inside but to call if you have any questions. Inside is a bunch of what are apparently electrolyte drinks in medical bottles rather than commercial... they seem to be some extra heavy duty stuff or something. There's also a number of smaller bottles and some tubes of pills. None of the names sounds inherently dangerous, and a flip through the instructions doesn't have any major cautions, just a timetable... what to drink now, what to drink it with, when to take the pills (which ranges from "whenever" to "just before arriving to work"). Welp, time to get to work, you think, heading for the store to get the rest of the ingredients for your new regimine.\n\nYou take the before-work pills as directed in the car on your way there that night, intending to show up a little earlier than previously. You have to admit, it's quite an effect... by the time you're walking inside you can practically feel your balls sloshing they're so heavy and slightly aching with the building load you've got going. It's definitely a weird feeling in an entirely different way than before to pass by the decrepit, creepy-looking animatronics on the stage, this time knowing they probably really are watching you, but also knowing you've fucked every one of them (albeit in an entirely different form than they're currently inhabiting). Though your eyes are drawn to the side, making you stop as you notice a banner reading 'GRAND REOPENING!' above a currently dark neon sign reading 'Paiko Pudding's Playland'. ... Oh yeaaah, there was an 'Under Construction' barrier there last time that you just kind of mentally ignored, because virtually every Fast Felipe's has an area that's perpetually declared 'Under Construction' rather than just admitting it's been closed down with no plan to reopen. Huh, guess they really were working on it. Paiko Pudding... yeah, you remember that character. It was something the chain came up with to cash in on a fresh wave of interest in the space program after a couple of movies in the eighties, complete with tie-in of virtually radioactive green pudding cups. Unfortunately Paiko, being a bright green raccoon behind a slightly tinted helmet, was horrifying to small children even without any of time's ravages needed, so the characters were quickly removed. The space-themed playlands that originally came with him stayed for awhile longer, but were the most difficult to clean and maintain, so a lot of the restaurants put them under perpetual construction. Looks like this one's back open... huh, wonder if that means there's a new arrival too?\n\nOh well, either way you're definitely back in the Porno Twilight Zone now, you think with a bit of a snicker as you walk into the security office, which is in fact at least as clean as it was before now. Oh hey there are your socks.\n\n"Heeeey, you're back, my dude!" Robert exclaims happily. "I was hoping you would be when I got the notice your scrip had been filled! You ready for another Fabulous Night at Fast Felipe's?"\n\n"As ready as I can be, I think. I do feel really energized after all that stuff I took, among other things," you admit with a grin of your own. "So hey, anything new I need to watch out for?"\n\n"Nah, I think the animatronics kinda like you now... like I said, you're the first temp we've had that was able to keep up with them all night, certainly when they go full futa fuck-crazed like that. I mean if it'd been you thwarting them by keeping them out all night it'd be one thing, but I think you're probably as close to 'safe' as you're going to get as long as you keep satisfying them. Which is, y'know... never <i>actually</i> safe. They're all insane by any definition you want to use, but if you're gonna be directly approaching them, I doubt you even need to stay in here."\n\nYou nod thoughtfully, glancing at the monitor... it's just hit midnight, and the stage is empty now. Yeah, this tiny little security room was kind of... limiting... last night, may as well head out into the main room to wait. The thrill of it, that you're going to spend the next hours debauching yourself in this empty restaurant with crazed sexbots, has your massive cock trying to break your zipper... so, you just go ahead and ditch your shoes, socks, and pants, setting them on an out-of-the-way table and walking around bottomless, stiff prick jutting lewdly ahead of you like something out of a porn comic. You glance around the darkened area, wondering how long it will continue to be creepy even if you're relatively safe. ... Huh, well, you guess there's one thing you could do to make it less creepy...\n\n<hr>\n[[Give it a try.|MikeFiesta2x3]]\n\n[[Nah, enjoy the ambiance.|MikeFiesta]]

No! If you give up now, it's all over! ... Your life too, probably!\n\nThrough sheer force of will as much as lust, you urge your enlarged cock back to full hardness and cram it into Chichi's slightly stretched latex pussy again, starting to pound away at her and really shake those big jiggly rubber asscheeks. You let the pure instinct to rut without end take over your mind, knowing that descending into animalistic desire to breed is your only way to make it through another five hours.\n\nYour mind becoming ever more simplistic in its thoughts, you barely notice as Boomer stands up from her position bent over the console, and is replaced by Felipe leaning down, raising her segmented mouse tail high to show off her own rubber pucker above her perfectly smooth, shiny taint and leading down to her big latex balls. You do notice, of course, when that big mock canine cock pushes itself into your already goo-lubed ass, starting to pump into you with much the same quick, easy mechanical strokes that Felipe used, the other animatronic's big fake boobs pressing against your back through your shirt. Of course this time the depth of each thrust thumps the bulge of the knot firmly against your pucker, driving you forward into Chichi just a bit harder in instinctive reaction every time it happens.\n\nMuch the same pattern as before repeats, with you brought to the edge again and again, each time pulled out and guided into switching holes. Except this time every time she wants to turn you, Boomer pushes forward, forcing your ass to stretch until that big, smooth latex knot pops inside, making you shudder and roll your eyes, precum actually spurting out of your prick as she squeezes the base of it to keep anything else from spilling. Only once she's completely controlled your first handful of thrusts with the motion of her own hips, using that knot locked inside you, does she grip your hips and pull back enough to pull it out, once more letting you thrust back and forth, this time into Felipe's tight rubber anal onahole, every forward thrust burying you in the bumpy, gripping, sucking artificial fuckhole and every stroke back thumping your asshole against the knot you know will soon be pushing into you again.\n\nOnce Boomer's finally allowed you to spray your compounded load and spilled another rush of coolish goo into your own ass, your mind a fuzzy, foggy haze of nothing but obedient participation in this bizarre, lewd situation, the expected happens, Boomer and B. Awesome switching places. B.'s distorted giggle sounds in your ear as she begins to thrust... but she's a bit more 'playful' than the other too, her strokes more energetic. Your ass has been stretched by Boomer's knot, and that coupled with the knot of the dino-animatronic's purely fantastical glow-in-the-dark prick being smaller, along with her quicker thrusts, means it pops in and out of you with every single thrust. Your eyes roll and your tongue lolls out at the complete overload of pleasure, especially since B. seems determined to switch you between the other three's holes every couple of thrusts instead of waiting for you to get close to cumming, chaotically moving you from futanari animatronic anal hole to one of Chichi's two waiting female-imitating ones, so you're never fucking the same toyhole for more than a few seconds. The chaotic nature of the pleasure overwhelms you, and you're soon spurting a fresh load, B. Awesome making no attempt to stop you, nor slowing down at all in the slightest, just continuing to fuck you and switch you into different holes even as your cock shudders and shoots. She just keeps going, giggling in that crackly chipper cartoon voice even as she pulls your hair or smacks your ass with her free hand, keeping the other firmly gripped around the base of your dick so she can put it right where she wants it whenever she wants it.\n\nBy the fifth time you've cum from this, you just stop thinking entirely. Everything after that is a blur as your brain just stops retaining any of the memories, only leaving you with vague impressions of doing lewd things all over the security office. You're pretty sure at one point that you were doing Chichi missionary style, leaning heavily on those huge latex boobs while Boomer fucked your mouth and B. your ass, with Felipe jerking off as she watched. And there's also something about you riding Felipe's dick and Chichi jerking you off while Boomer and B. stroked off all over your face and chest. But that's about all you can piece together as you sit slumped and alone in the chair, wearing nothing but the official Fast Felipe's security shirt, most of your body covered in some mixture of your own cum and something that's just as milky white but has a consistency more like 'ecto slime' or whatever they call it when they package it with a toy nowadays to ruin parents' carpet. \n\n"Gotta say, I have never actually seen a temp go all night with them, even with the help of Chichi's special sauce and the animatronics going a little easy on 'em," Robert declares, his words just barely penetrating the haze of exhaustion and shock that have replaced the fog of lust and necessity. "You must be something special, muchacho. You're gonna come back tomorrow night, right?"\n\n"... Uh?" you answer vaguely, trying to piece together a coherent thought.\n\n"Hey, hey, you can't ditch out on me now, man," Robert urges, actually sounding just a little desperate. "This is the most entertainment I've had in a decade. I mean it'd be even better if you were a hot chica, but I'll take what I can get. How about we make a deal?" Taking your slight stirring and sitting up for the curiosity it is, he continues. "I'll hack the accounts and make sure you get paid a <i>lot</i> more than you were originally going to. Plus, I'll even hack a local pharmacy and write you some scrips for some really good stuff. Nothing particularly addictive or that's gonna wreck you, just to get you back to 100% and making sure it's a lot easier to go the whole night from now on. All prepaid, you just gotta pick it up. Whattya say, man? Big bonus, wild sex, and eternal glory? Or you just gonna walk away from it all?"\n\n"... I'll... think about it, man," you reply, wobbling some as you get to your feet and go hunting for your pants. "Can't right now."\n\n"That's cool, that's cool. Don't worry about this either, the cleaning staff knows better than to ask about or even think about what they're cleaning up anymore, they'll just be glad it isn't red and chunky. Anyway, if you're gonna come back, just pick up the stuff at the pharmacy, that's how I'll know to expect you."\n\nNodding vaguely, you pull on your pants and shoes, not even bothering to look for wherever your socks have gone as you stagger, still sticky, to the door. You wind up with some missing time again as you're suddenly in your apartment and showering, with no memory of the drive home. (Hopefully you didn't wreck anything. Or, y'know, hit anybody.) You stagger out of the shower, only doing a brief perfunctory drying of yourself before collapsing onto the mattress and instantly passing out.\n\nWhen you wake up it's midday, and you squint against the light coming in through your window. Rolling over onto your back, you glance down and jump just a little... your cock's still the massive pole it was last night, and currently mostly hard (in part no doubt due to your bursting bladder). Last night... was apparently real. And whatever Chichi did to you apparently wasn't temporary... or if it is, not 'wake up in the morning normal' sort of temporary. You've gotta admit it's both weird and a hell of an ego boost to get up and actually feel the weight of your cock pulling on you, as well as seeing it sway around with obvious heaviness as you walk to the bathroom, idly stroking it a little before focusing on the matter of taking a piss.\n\nWill you go back? The thought is on your mind as you shower (more thoroughly this time), and the consideration is serious enough that you pass on taking out your enhanced equipment for a personal test drive, preferring to save it for tonight if that is what you wind up doing. Right now you still feel tired, sore (pretty much all over) and rather wrung-out, not to mention the strangeness of everything. You focus on making some coffee, then going out to get some lunch. On the way there and back you notice a number of women looking your way, more than a few with rather open expressions of lust. Which probably has something to do with the obvious bulge in your pants now that they fit rather tightly... you had to almost literally stuff yourself into your underwear. Though it seems weird it would just be that, considering that some of these women look like they want to pounce you then and there, which even by porn logic is a bit of an overreaction to seeing a big dick. It's like something else has changed about you... maybe there's some different 'feel' you're putting off after letting yourself descend into pure bestial carnality last night. ... Actually now that you notice there's more than a few guys looking at you like that too. Before last night you would have probably been a bit bothered by that, now you catch yourself wondering how big their own dicks are and thinking you wouldn't mind swallowing them down to the root to see how different they feel from a latex dog dick.\n\nSo, you think as you sit in your apartment watching a movie to pass a bit more time, lightly rubbing your half-hard cock through your pants. What to do? Go back to Fast Felipe's for another wild night, for weird fucking and financial gain? Or prowl around looking for slightly more typical but likely less bizarre possibilities?\n\n<hr>\n[[Go back.|MikeFiesta2x2]]\n\n[[Go out.|MikeFiesta]]

"... yeah, okay," you say weakly, shoulders slumping. You're just too embarrassed to correct her. Somehow you figure getting introduced to this gay friend of hers and then wandering off after might be less humiliating than correcting her and seeing the look of disbelief on her face when you say you're straight.\n\n"He's over here," Maria declares, turning and flouncing towards one of the nearby social areas. You suppress another sigh of longing as you get a look at just how nice her butt is too, both with the skirt falling against it and flipping up a bit in back as she walks. You really, for an instant, thought a gorgeous woman like her was interested in you, but your curse has struck again. She leads the way over to a guy that... well, he's certainly not trying to be subtle, his hair dyed pink and combed to one side to fall partially over his face, wearing a rainbow tanktop and an unzipped, off-the-shoulder purple hoodie and tight black jeans. He's also probably as pretty as you are in the face, at the very least, and he too has his ears pierced multiple times. "Liam!"\n\n"Hey, Maria, what's up?" he asks cheerfully, his own pale blue eyes sparkling... and rather obviously flicking over you hair-to-toe, making you squirm a little.\n\n"This is Gwyn, he wanted me to introduce you. Y'know, for the night." Maria winks saucily, then glances down. "Hm! I think my drink needs freshening, so why don't I go do that while you two chat?"\n\n"Sure," Liam says in an easy tone, watching her go before looking back at you and giving you a droll smile. "Let me guess. You tried to hit on her but she thought you were into guys."\n\nActually letting out the deep sigh in your soul this time, you nod and rub your face with your free hand. "Yeah, that's exactly it."\n\n"It happens. Maria has probably one of the most inverted gaydars I've ever seen." Liam laughs a bit and reaches out to pat your shoulder. "Don't worry about it, you're in the clear, we can just chat a bit and then you can go without a fuss." He pauses, glancing back towards the bar, then leans in a bit. "Although y'know, if you still do wanna hook up with Maria, there might be a way."\n\nThat makes you blink, the little flash of hope probably hitting unreasonably hard after the beer and disappointment. "What? Seriously?"\n\n"Yup, seriously. Here." Liam sidles over and flumps an arm around your shoulders, leaving you a bit nervous but not too much... it doesn't really feel like he's perving on you. Though it does make you blush some when he leans in close to your ear to speak quietly. "See the thing is, Maria has a huge kink for watching cute guys go at it. And despite appearances, I am into girls too, so it's not unusual that she watches and sometimes joins in."\n\n"Um. Uh. Er. Uh." Your face has gone completely red now, and you're actively squirming as you glance down, probably making quite the sight to anyone watching. Still, you can't help but steal a glance at him. "Y-you're saying that if... if you and I... if we... then Maria..."\n\n"Mm-hmmm. And if she realizes you like girls in the course of that, she'll prooobably start recommending you to a bunch of her equally hot friends, some of whom I'm 100% certain like girly-boys who like girls." Snickering a little, he gives you a little jostle. "Whaddya say, huh? Nothing ventured, nothing gained. Besides, you never know, you might wind up actually enjoying yourself."\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept.|GwynLiam1x1]]\n\n[[Decline.|Gwyn1x5]]

The sight of the three of them standing there in front of you, waiting dutifully for any more orders, is too much. Taking out your phone and sending out a mass text to cancel, you order the girls, "Alright, you three, up to my room and strip down," smiling as they turn and start heading up the stairs without another word. You write a note and pin it to the front door just in case anyone misses (or ignores) the text... you'll have some ticked-off friends, but you can deal with that, especially considering the bounty waiting for you upstairs.\n\nYou go ahead and strip off your own clothes before heading up, your moderately impressive cock stiff and swaying ahead of you as you make your way up. Waiting in your bedroom are your wife and daughters, standing in front of the bed with their clothes in a pile nearby. Michelle's you're well familiar with (though admittedly not as familiar as you'd like, though obviously that's going to change), with those full, heavy tits and round hips, and the thatch of shaped but thick dark fur at the front of her crotch. Of course it's been some time since you've seen Mikaela or Janie naked, and you take a few moments to shamelessly examine your daughters' bodies. Mikaela's certainly on her way to being as much of a drop-dead knockout as her mother, breasts only a bit smaller but standing even higher and firmer, hips and legs a bit more slender and belly tighter, but still with a full, round rear that she probably struggles to get into her pants every morning, considering how snug she likes to wear them; her own pubic hair has been shaped into a thin, closely-cropped line, the sort you've heard referred to as a "landing strip"... though today the only male who will be landing his cock there is you, obviously. In contrast Janie is still slender and trim, and looks likely to remain so, shorter than her mother and sister even taking into account her age, her breasts barely a B-cup (they'd be more accurately described as A-cups with ambition), freckles dotting her shoulders and collarbone, her own crotch still smooth and sleek.\n\nYou lightly stroke your cock as you look at all of them, not a single flicker of worry or question in their eyes, just readiness to obey their husband, father, lord and master. So many options...\n\n<hr>\n[[Focus on one of them.|DavidColdFam1x5]]\n\n[[Indulge with all three.|DavidColdFam]]\n\n[[Have them put on a show.|DavidColdFam]]

It's a college party. Drinks are flowing. You're determined to make your college life different! ... Okay let's fill up the cup again and then drain about half of it and fill it up again. ... Okay you're determined to make your college life different!\n\nYou head towards the area that's been set up as an actual bar, though it also somewhat resembles a mad scientist set in a movie with beakers, droppers, and what looks suspiciously like a high-end amateur still. Someone's even set up what looks like a small Tesla Coil on a shelf, sparking and shimmering in the black light of the area. There are a number of people around, including quite a few attractive girls... ... who you have no idea how to talk to. Even if there had been girls in your high school or junior who liked their guys, ah, pretty, by then all of them had spent years hearing "Gwyn Stacy" too much, they all thought you were a joke, so here you are. Starting from scratch, pretty much. ... Still! You'll try and manage!\n\nSo, you spot a girl who seems to be by herself, very beautiful tan skin, shoulder-length black hair, big pretty brown eyes and wearing a bright, bright red halter top and matching miniskirt, and walk up, giving her your best smile. "Hi!"\n\n"Oh, hello there," she says cheerfully enough, smiling back with her brilliantly-painted lips.\n\nOkay, good, this is encouraging! "I thought I'd introduce myself, my name's Gwyn."\n\n"Hello, Gwyn, I'm Maria." Her eyes twinkle a little as she tilts her head a bit, rolling the drink in her martini glass around a bit in one hand. "Would you perhaps be looking for someone to hook up with tonight?"\n\nYour eyes widen and your cheeks redden. Whoa, this escalated quickly! Still, you can't exactly say you're bothered by this turn of events. "Ah, well, y-yeah, I mean, that would be kinda good, I guess," you answer, doing your best to keep your cool.\n\n"I thought so, you saw me chatting with my friend Liam earlier, right?" Still smiling, she takes a sip of her drink. "Don't worry, I'll absolutely introduce you to him, you're totally his type."\n\n<hr>\n[[W-what, no!|Gwyn2x1]]\n\n[[... yeah fine...|Gwyn1x4]]

"Well, I'm not in the sciences department, but I guess I'll go, sure." Sensing Allen's next question, you shrug. "I haven't really chosen a major yet, I was hoping to figure it out sometime this semester."\n\n"Ah, yeah, I know how that sort of thing can be. I'm taking science classes but I haven't chosen anything outside of that. But no worries, you're my guest, and it'll be a lot of fun, you'll see!"\n\nYou're not quite sure what you're expecting when you ride over to the party with Allen that night, not bothering to change clothes since he insists it's a casual affair. Some sort of stereotypical toga party? An awkward, nerdy event where you sit around playing Original Series Star Trek trivia all night? A wild rave filled to the brim with exotic chemicals and drinking? Although when you arrive you find it's a bit of a mix of the last two. The building itself looks more like an office or medical building than anything, a three-story affair with rounded edges and long, tinted windows running around them with little lightbars along the tops and bottoms of them so that they seem to glow in the early night's dimness, making it look vaguely science-y (you guess). Inside the first floor is a fairly open affair, with little half-wall dividers separating a large TV viewing area which does indeed seem to be showing a Star Trek movie, but also some larger open areas that have been converted into a dance floor complete with fog machines and laser lights, and synthwave music playing over the speakers. It looks like a bar has been set up too, and there are plenty of people who look (and dress) like anything but stereotypical nerds.\n\n"Whoa," you can't help but murmur as a girl in a tube top and flouncy miniskirt practically skips by holding a bubbling, lightly smoking drink.\n\n"Yeah, turns out that scientists mix a mean cocktail and word of that gets around," Allen says with a chuckle.\n\n"Won't they get in trouble for having a drinking party with people under 21?" you ask, raising your eyebrows. "After all, you said they're supposed to have a closer eye on them than fraternities."\n\n"I also said 'supposedly'. The sciences department brings in a ton of money for the school, trust me, unless we do something really stupid here we'll be fine to have a few drinks," he assures you, heading for a minikeg dispensor that's been fitted out with a bunch of LEDs, pouring a pair of the standard red plastic cups full and offering you one. After a moment you shrug and take it... don't want to start off your new college life being a party pooper, after all.\n\nAfter that, Allen shows you around, introducing you to a handful of people he knows and some that the two of you just happen to bump into, and you're again left a little jealous of just how easy it apparently is for him to talk to people and seem completely at ease. Of course you're more jealous when he introduces you to Marius, who's even taller, better-looking, and seems even more of a social butterfly than Allen, with his elegantly-coifed but natural seeming black hair, his super-masculine pretty boy looks, and his expensive clothes. (Haaaate. Like, it's not personal, but still haaaaate.) The two of you bump into Cal, who's a bit more what you might expect of this place, pudgy with scruffy brown hair and glasses, and nothing particularly stand-out about his clothes either. Seems like a nice guy, though, and he's way easier to talk to since there's no green-eyed monster interrupting. (No you don't mean Allen.) He also introduces you to a "friend of a friend", Mariko, the little sister of one of Allen's brother's friends, a very pleasant but also very shy-seeming girl wearing a large baggy sweater, red-rimmed glasses, and loose jeans. She's pretty cute, with her hair done in two short braids that come over her shoulders, but you get the sense that if you tried any more than polite pleasantries she might bolt.\n\nEventually Allen wanders off to do some socializing of your own, leaving you standing around holding a mostly empty red cup. Well, you're here, you've bothered to come out and socialize, you guess you should, y'know, socialize. On some level. At least. \n\n<hr>\n[[Try chatting up a girl.|Gwyn1x3]]\n\n[[Watch a movie.|Gwyn4x1]]\n\n[[Find somewhere quieter.|Gwyn5x1]]\n\n[[Drink.|Gwyn]]

*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can now suggest that he and Maya look at the "[[Poshuns|QOMaya1x1]]" in the magic book. He can also choose "[[Anh Ihmppe to Sarvh Yoo|QOBook1x1]]" under the summoning options.\n*<b>Main:</b> Jack can now anticipate his son asking for [[more dubious things|JackBoyStart]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Celeste can now check out more [[obviously dubious|CelesteStart]] job listings too.\n-Update 2-\n* More of Celeste at Independent Films.\n* More of Jamie and Maya after Maya drinks the pleasing potion.\n* <b>Main:</b> After touching the longsword, Eric can now [[run away|EricMFStart]] from the attacking bandits.\n-Update 3-\n* More of fighter Eric after running away.\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can try the [[pentagram key|QOKeys1x2]] again.\n-Update 4-\n* More of Jamie and his new sisters.\n* Eric can approach the adventurer staring at him in the guild.

<b>Deviville</b>\nThe town where most of the characters make their home (at least to start with). A smallish town that is both exceedingly normal and has numerous oddities about it. Some of the adult characters commute to nearby Convenieton for work. It's in the same state as Springfield. \n\n<b>The Deviloka Tribe</b>\nA tribe of Native Americans that lived in the region where Deviville was eventually built. (The town takes its name from them.) A very odd group of people, they never made many enmities nor alliances with other tribes, and made it through the colonial period relatively unscathed, though they had already become fairly rare by then.\n\nDeviloka actually didn't seem very interested in preserving the history and culture of their tribe. In fact, around the beginning of the 20th century, many of them seemed to make a concerted effort to clam up, and most modern Devilokan descendants know very little about their tribal ancestors.\n\nPlayer characters who are part Deviloka: Samantha (1/4, on both parents' side), Thaddeus (1/16th)\n\n<b>Raptarrans</b>\nA race of extremely intelligent, extremely technologically advanced aliens that resemble large (featherless) velociraptors. Their society is post-scarcity and has developed to the point that they have not encountered an actual military threat or match in ten generations. Male Raptarrans especially don't have much in the way of a sexual orientation other than "can you make it stay still long enough to stick your dick in", so much of their society revolves around finding non-Raptarrans to do naughty things to.\n\n<b>Fast Felipe's Fiesta Funhouse</b>\nFast Felipe's Fiesta Funhouse is a chain of family restaurants that began appearing in the late seventies and early eighties. Their main mascot was a rather transparent ripoff of a certain other speedy mouse, and their other characters display a similar level of "homage" to cartoons of the time period. Fast Felipe's attempted to distinguish itself from other chains emerging at roughly the same time by serving Mexican food instead of pizza and by focusing on animatronics rather than suit actors. They briefly flourished through the eighties, until the owner of the chain overextended themselves in the early nineties by attempting to open a theme park, "Fast Freddie's Fabulous Funpark". The park was a massive failure, and the chain just barely saved itself from being closed altogether. It survives in a dilapidated form, half because of parents with nostalgia glasses who think their kids will love going to Fast Felipe's and half because of parents that are just too cheap to take their kids somewhere nicer.\n\n<b>White MESA</b>\n<i>M</i>echanical <i>E</i>xperimental <i>S</i>cience<i>A</i>gent\nThe MESA series of androids are pseudobiological entities that mimic actual humans in most respects... among other things they're capable of bleeding, healing over time, and even becoming pregnant. The materials they're made of do make them significantly more durable than a normal human, and they require a very small amount of food and rest. The biggest difference is that their brains are partially artificial, and almost all of them have had their eyes replaced by cybernetic optics of various levels of realism. The series is denoted by colors, and White just happens to have been the most successful and least frivolous of her production line... as well as the best at dealing with her intelligent, demanding, and borderline murderous "older sister".\n\n<b>Deviville High Freshman Cheer Squad</b>\nDeviville High's Freshman cheer squad are of course a group of girls who have joined the school's cheerleading elective. They go to the school's sporting events but are also heavily involved in competitive cheerleading as its own sport. [[Their descriptions can be found here.|CheersquadDescs]]

You consider for a moment, then decide that your mother would probably skin you alive if you went off to live in some haunted house for who-knows-how-long, even if it was in the quest to earn a sizeable inheritance. She's been pretty clear on how important your education is to her, after all. So with a bit of an internal sigh, you answer, "If you could set up an appointment for me to come by your office, please?"\n\n"Certainly. I took the liberty of looking up your class schedule online, I can have a driver sent over to pick you up after your last final, if that's alright?"\n\nHuh, you suppose it must be a pretty hoity-toity lawyer's office if they go to that sort of effort. But then as you understand it ol' Guncle Archie was swimming in money, stands to reason whatever law firm he employed would go the extra mile. Confirming the date, time, and place with Mrs. Andrews, you hang up and go back to preparing for your finals, with a bit of a distracted air at this point.\n\nYour last class of the semester finally comes, with a few people giving you odd looks, since you bothered to put on slacks and a collared shirt apparently to take a test. (It's more the fact that you feel it appropriate for going to see a lawyer, somehow. You suppose they can't actually refuse to give you your inheritance just because you showed up in a football team shirt and jeans but, social niceties are what they are.) Still, you're a little surprised when you exit the building and find a classy-looking town car with a suit-clad man holding a sign with your name on it standing by it. This is clearly no Uber, obviously. You introduce yourself to the driver and climb in, enjoying the ride (it's no fully-stocked limo but the cushy seats are pretty awesome) to a tall, gleaming building, the driver telling you which floor to go up to. You have to stop briefly to give your name and where you're going to a security guard, and then it's an elevator ride to one of the upper floors, where you step out into a very nice lobby.\n\nWaiting there for you, standing near the receptionist's desk, is a tallish blonde woman in a black skirt-suit, with blonde hair in a short braid draped over one shoulder and slim glasses perched on her nose. She's actually quite nice-looking, though the suit is clearly meant to be more professional than flattering.\n\n<img src="images/uVtYMTY.jpg">\n\n"You must be Austin. Good morning, I'm Mrs. Andrews, and I'm in charge of your great-uncle's estate. Please, follow me to my office, I was just on my way to pick up the papers pertaining to you, but we'll get you situated first."\n\nYou follow her down the hall (hm, the skirt's still a little flattering though, you admit after a quick glance) and shows you into an office with a great view of the city, but otherwise opaque walls... one supposes privacy must be one of those benefits you earn from being important in an office like this. Mrs. Andrews asks if you'd like anything to drink and, after your polite refusal, leaves you to take a seat while she goes to retrieve the papers. You glance around at the photos and degrees on the wall... huh, the family photos on the wall show her mostly with a man and two girls, one about your own age and the other a few years younger, looks like. The girls look enough like both her and the man that they must be her children, even though she looks a bit younger than your own mother. She must either have good genes or a good surgeon, you think idly as she returns and settles down behind the desk with a file folder that she swings open.\n\n"Alright, Austin, at this point I'd like to outline your options," she explains in a cheerful but professional tone, alternating her pale blue eyes between you and the papers. "Your great-uncle left you a set amount of money, as noted. Ah yes, here, a check," she adds, plucking a slip of paper from the folder and holding it out to you. She continues on while you're still goggling at the amount of zeroes on the check. "Now, the first option is [[an additional monetary payout|Austin]], simple and straightforward. Archibald, however, also set up a number of other options for you, should you wish to gain what he called 'the benefit of my experiences' rather than simple wealth."\n\nShe sets aside a small stack of clipped-together papers. "The first option is that you may accept one of a small handful of [[real estate properties|Austin2x1]]. There are some very interesting and valuable properties here, the sort of things that it can be difficult to buy these days. It should be noted, however, that some of them do come with tenants already living in them, and your uncle stated his preference that you allow them to continue to do so if at all possible. If you decide to accept one of these, my firm has also been instructed to secure you entrance to a nearby university of your choice and insure full transferral of your credits."\n\n"Your great-uncle also left behind a number of [[artifacts|Austin1x2]] from his years of traveling the globe and indulging in amateur archaeology and even paleontology. They're a bit of a jumble at the moment, I'm afraid, there's rather literally a small crate of them here in the office, awaiting donation to various museums should you elect not to take ownership of them." She gestures over to a waist-high wooden cube sitting in a corner of the office. "Theoretically their value could be even more than the monetary bequeathment... but obviously you would need to handle that yourself, if you actually wished to part with them."\n\n"The last option was the services of your great-uncle's [[personal assistant|AustinElf1x1]]. Obviously not the sort of thing one would generally will to someone else, but this person is apparently as eccentric as your uncle was. Their employment can in fact be transferred via bequest, and there is no requirement to pay them, as their salary is handled entirely by the estate. I will say that while I haven't met the individual in question, they are apparently highly competent and your great-uncle said he found them invaluable in practically every area of his life."\n\nShe finishes laying out the papers, then laces her fingers and rests her hands on the desk, smiling pleasantly at you. "Now, you are allowed to pick whichever of these options most interests you. The others, should you not choose them, will either go to predetermined places... as noted, most of the artifacts are destined for museums if you don't take them... or to other recipients mentioned in the will. However, you may only choose one, so please feel free to take your time and choose carefully."

"Uh, yeah, we, we can totally do that!" you hurry to answer, grinning. "Oh, ah, I'm-!"\n\nThe blonde interrupts you by reaching out and laying a finger across your lips. "Names are such a buzzkill. Just let us suck your dicks, okay?"\n\n"... Okay," you and Brett say in unison.\n\nLess than a minute later all six of you are in the bedroom, and clothes are scattered everywhere, everyone having stripped naked and gotten down to business with shockingly equal amounts of enthusiasm. You and Brett are both sitting on the edges of the bed, legs spread, as the blonde and redhead suck you off, with Brett receiving the same treatment from the plat and bluette. The twintails is making soft, happy little enthusiastic 'mm!' noises as she bobs her head and works her mouth over your shaft, while the redhead's making softer, but eaqually little enthusiastic moans as she tongues your balls. And true to Baz's word, the other two are being just as eager about servicing Brett, the petite girl working her head in long, smooth motions that seem to imply 'what gag reflex?' while the mega-busty one kisses and sucks at whatever of his shaft slides out of the other girl's mouth, both of them gently fondling his balls with one hand and stroking his large pale thighs with the other.\n\nOf course you're not too inclined to watch what Brett's doing since you have four very pretty blue eyes staring up at you with lewd intent as their owners work you over. The blonde slips her mouth off your shaft and moves down to start tonguing right at the base of where it meets your sack instead, flicking her tongue along against it. The redhead wraps a hand around your shaft from above and strokes, apparently deciding to concentrate on the tip, kissing it repeatedly before sliding only half the head between her lips and working her tongue over it.\n\nHonestly it feels like you could cum at any moment, but you feel far more energized and in control than you did this morning. Maybe it's the entire day's worth of anticipation, or the sheer fantasy-like quality of the situation, but you have never been more certain in your life that you could fuck constantly all night and satisfy multiple women in the process. Of course right now all you can do is rest your hands on their heads and both watch and enjoy as they do whatever they want with you, and they seem to want nothing more than to give your cock and balls as much pleasure as possible with their mouths.\n\nAnd that lasts a good long while, before you notice movement to the side. You look over just in time to see Brett having been pushed onto his back, and the blue-haired woman mounting up on top of him, rubbing her very well-trimmed cobalt-furred pussy up and down along his shaft before urging it into position and slipping it inside her, sliding down on him fully. From the shudder and moan he gives, and from the wicked little smile on the bluette's face, you're pretty sure that Brett just came inside her near-instantly. But that doesn't deter her, and soon she's riding him eagerly, her massive tits bouncing just as energetically as her big round ass slapping against his thighs, her hands roaming over the wide curve of his belly.\n\nYour attention is dragged back to your own situation as you feel both your balls and your shaft engulfed by wet heat, and look down to find the petite girl has snugged up between the other two, your eyes meeting her pale purple ones as she slips your cock into her throat with no apparent effort. She continues to lock eyes with you as she bobs her head up and down, the blonde and redhead similarly gazing up as they now each focus on sucking one of your balls, tongues flicking and rolling as they noisily slurp at them. That view alone is so deeply captivating that it takes a moment to notice that all their moaning isn't in enthusiasm for sucking you off... the petite girl has tucked her hands between the legs of the other two and is (apparently quite competently) schlicking them, and the other girls are returning the favor, the blonde having tucked one of her own hands between the plat's legs, while the redhead squeezes and strokes that pert ass, two of her fingers very clearly dipping in repeatedly to tease the more slender girl's pucker.\n\n'Okay, wow,' you think, falling into a sort of dreamy haze where the triple blowjob seems to just go on and on. You're not sure how long it really is before you cum, the platinum-haired girl apparently realizing why you're twitching just before you do, pulling back and starting to stroke you instead, your first long streamer of jizz falling across her apparently perpetually-solemn face. The other two move in cheek-to-cheek with her, their mouths open and tongue jutting out just like hers, and slight turns and jerks of your cock assure that plenty of your cum winds up on all three of their faces. Holy shit, it feels like you've never shot such a huge load in your life, it just keeps coming and coming, like your body's reacting to these three sluts' desire to get a full pornstar-quality money shot facial.\n\nYou're still fairly dazed from how hard you came when you find yourself being urged back onto the bed as well, the blonde grinning wickedly as she moves to straddle your hips. "Yeehaw," she coos with a silly little giggle as she nudges you into position with her fingers and then slides her dripping wet cunt down onto you, almost immediately starting to bounce atop you. Besides the amazing feel of it, the sight is outstanding... her breasts bouncing and jiggling with her movements, accentuated by those long twintails swaying around, her perfect hips gyrating atop you. You can't help yourself and grab hold of them, urging her to ride you even harder and faster, not that she needs a lot of encouragement it seems. \n\nYou glance over as the redhead moves to the opposite bed where the bluette is still eagerly riding Brett, the shorter woman starting to lick and suckle at your roommate's nipples with apparent gusto. But your head is nudged back up, just before the petite platinum-haired girl sits on your face rather literally, her snug wet pussy planted against your mouth and your nose nudged up against her ass. As you are a gentleman, you of course start tonguing her as well as you're able, which results in those trim hips bucking and twisting eagerly as she fucks herself against your efforts. You miss the view of the blonde riding you, but you can still feel her and admittedly, that cute ass and sleek back above you isn't exactly a bad trade. You can feel and see her lean forward after a few moments, and you realize they must be making out on top of you, tongues twining together, cute dainty hands squeezing and stroking full round breasts and elegant perfectly-manicured fingers teasing perky little ones. You cum inside the blonde at the mental image, but if she notices she doesn't even slow down, and you stay just as hard anyway.\n\nAfter that everything sort of fades into an almost series of snapshots, the night so full of sex and indulgence that you can only clearly recall select moments of the whole thing. Like you fucking the blue-haired woman with her face-down-ass-up, your hands pinned between those huge tits and the bed as you drive into her behind, while off to the side the blonde kisses Brett while the redhead sucks him off and the plat girl apparently tongues his ass. Or you and Brett spitroasting the redhead doggy style while the other three form a daisy chain on the other bed, the two of you spanking the shortstack's round ass and swaying tits because she begged 'hit me daddies!' Or the plat and the bluette sixty-nining, tongues buried in each other's pussies while Brette fucks the titty-monster's ass and you fuck the petite slut's ass, the other two standing nearby and watching as they finger each other. Or the blue-haired woman laying on her back and pressing her tits together with her forearms as you frantically fuck between them, moaning as much at the glorious sight of the impact tremors from your hips as the amazingly soft and smooth feel of them squeezing around you, while Brett and the other three are simply a mixed-up tangle of bodies on the other bed.\n\nYou do know that at the very end, things move to the living room, not a single one of you caring about the large picture window that anyone walking by outside could look in and see everything as clear as day. All four girls settle to their knees and bend over the couch cushions, and you and Brett go back and forth down the line, using their holes however it appeals at the moment, not caring about taking sloppy seconds or thirds or fourths at this point as you dump what should be an impossible number of loads in their eager, quivering cunts and their hot, softened assholes, some deep, primal need having driven you both beyond mere physicality to satisfy their need to have their brains fucked out.\n\nYou awake next morning to a feeling of exhaustion and dehydration that's almost as bad as a hangover. You sit up a bit blearily in bed, blinking. You're naked and a bit achey and there's sticky stuff all over your stomach and thighs and plenty of other places. ... You could just pass it off as you having dropped into bed nude and had a lewd dream, but there's the fact that the entire house smells of sex. Also Brett, generally quite modest, is similarly sprawled naked on his back in his bed, snoring with gusto. So... yeah. It happened. You rub your head, overcome with pleasant thoughts, until you glance at the bedside clock. "... Oh shi-!"\n\nA frantic shower, dressing, and drive later and you're at work, just barely not late. Admittedly once you get yourself in work mode it's a little easier to push your memories of last night (and your hopes of repeating it sometime soon) into the back of your mind and sort of ignore them. You are a perfectly normal dude! Even if you are a king of all men who had a massive, awesome sixsome last night.\n\nPartway through your shift you're returning from putting a tent the customer decided they didn't want at the very last minute back in its place, and passing by the martial arts equipment, when out of the corner of your eye you spot something. Was that... red hair?\n\n<hr>\n[[Oo! Go see!|Jess]]\n\n[[Hm, probably keep moving.|Jess2x5]]

She briefly looks shocked, then rallies and lets out a snort. "Yeah right, as if you could."\n\n"Alright then, that's the way we'll do it."\n\n"Hey!" she yelps as you twist her arm around behind her back, turning her and pressing her to the wall as you trade the air pistol for some handcuffs you keep in the same drawer. (Hey, never know when stuff like this will come in handy.) She squirms and lets out a few more protests as you finish cuffing her, then slip her phone out of her pocket, giving her ass a swat once you have, getting a nice outraged yelp in return. Pushing her ahead of you into the living room, you give her a shove down onto the couch, then get out your own phone and dial your friend Kristov.\n\n<i>"Yeah, Buddy, what's up?"</i> he drawls in a bored tone that makes it clear he doesn't think there's the least possibility your call's worth his time.\n\nKristov's a real asshole, after all. Normally you're not even sure why you're supposedly friends with him. Of course, then you have a situation like this. "Hey, Kris, I had a group of little teenage bitches decide to egg my house."\n\n<i>"Bitches, you say?"</i> That certainly seems to have gotten his attention, and from the tone of his voice you can't help but picture the scruffy, bad-boy biker-type suddenly having a pair of dog ears that perks up.\n\n"Yeah, I managed to snag one of 'em and she's on my couch now staring at me like she knows she fucked up." You smirk at your captive, who is indeed doing just that, her eyes wide, before continuing. "She wouldn't tell me who the rest were, but I figure you and your guys could track 'em down."\n\n<i>"Well I <b>do</b> so enjoy helping a friend,"</i> Kristov sneers through the phone. <i>"So, do you just want to make sure they pay, or shall we get them all together in front of you?"</i>\n\n<hr>\n[[Just make sure they pay.|BuddyPunks]]\n\n[[Get them all together.|BuddyPunks]]

"You're gonna give me your name, and the names of all of the rest of your friends who were out there vandalizing my home," you reply firmly, narrowing your eyes at her.\n\nShe blanches a little, either at the idea or at your scowl, but apparently rallies a bit and purses her lips. "Why the hell would I do that?!"\n\n"Because if you don't," you reply, squeezing her arm and making her yip a bit. "I'll-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-give the cops the video."|BuddyPunks]]\n\n[["-have some friends of mine find them instead."|BuddyPunks2x2]]\n\n[["-tell them all you did anyway."|BuddyPunks]]

Just how much could this change your love life? You're curious exactly how your new blessed status will work out for your attempts to date. Will it be like this current string of coincidences where everything's catered to you? Or will you just sort of... succeed at whatever you try in your love life?\n\nYou mull it over for a day or two as you otherwise go about your normal life, not quite ready to leap right into this experiment. You're not quite sure your heart could take it if you wound up going Full Hallmark and meeting the perfect Mrs. Right on Christmas day. (She'd probably be some out-of-towner from the big city with a jerk boyfriend back home and you're just not ready to start wearing flannel and buy a Christmas tree farm.) And while you do notice that things seem to be going remarkably well for you (all your investments are up, one of the deals that had been stagnating goes through under better terms than you'd originally thought, and you find your favorite pair of socks that's been lost since last winter), it's nothing quite as remarkable as the first day. Though you guess you have been kind of laying low.\n\nYou give it until the second of January before deciding to really see what happens with attempting a date, since that seems safely past any ridiculously remarkable holiday nonsense. But hm... how to actually judge whether it's this blessing thing or just a decent date? After all your love life hasn't been exactly horrible up to this point anyway. But in the time you've been pondering, you think you've come up with the perfect way to test it: Dana Steyr.\n\n<img src="images/Dana.jpg">\n\nDana Steyr... head of the art curation team at the local museum as well as a powerful member of a number of other high profile high society committees, boards, and clubs. But perhaps she's more infamous on the local dating site Makeamatch, where being matched with her profile is considered something like being offered an all-expenses-paid trip to go and climb Everest in minimal gear and with little prep time. She's well-known as being stunningly beautiful and extremely intelligent as well as wealthy and well-connected, and absolutely notorious for still being one of the worst dates in town. Ridiculously difficult to please, a composed and guarded exterior that she never lets down for anything, and a tongue as sharp and precise as a scalpel are enough to send shivers down anyone's back at seeing her name appear on their smartphone screen. She's all the more storied for the fact that Makeamatch is generally assumed to be a place for casual dating and even simply hookups, and yet treating anyone that so much as pings her as already having agreed to an incredibly stringent job interview. Even her profile image, which you're looking at now, doesn't show her smiling... instead her lovely brown hair falls to the side as she props her perfectly-formed cheek on one fist, demanding eyes gazing out from behind the lenses of her slim glasses, pretty lips ever-so-slightly pursed as if silently demanding to know why you're wasting her time just by looking at her.\n\nYou've had her in your 'saved matches' almost since you signed up for Makeamatch, but have steered well clear of actually making any contact through it since you were well aware of her reputation, at least some of it reported to you by people that actually experienced dates with her themselves. If you decided to set up a date with her and it went well, that would seem to prove definitively that you really are living a blessed life. And after all it's not like you'd be setting up the date <i>just</i> to prove a point... you do have a ton of shared interests in common and you definitely find her attractive, the only reason you've never tried before now is that you assumed nothing would come of it.\n\nBut Eriel said that as long as your intentions weren't malicious, whatever you try to do should work out. Your intention definitely isn't to hurt Dana or teach her a lesson, so that should be fine. But if you had to say what your intentions for the date are, they'd be...\n\n<hr>\n[[... romantic.|BudBless]]\n\n[[... sexual.|BudBless1x2]]

Let's face it, right now you're not really looking for a relationship, just for some fun. Which has always been one of the things that Dana has never expressed interest in before, disdaining anyone who seemed like they were only interested in a casual hookup. But then, she disdained anyone who acted like they just wanted to go on a for-fun date or were assuming she'd be interested in a longterm relationship either, so no one is really quite sure what exactly her reason for being on the site was. You suppose if this whole 'blessed' thing is true, maybe that night she'll just really be in the mood to finally have that fling.\n\nIn fact you set yourself a fairly high hurdle at the start... when you go to accept her match, you tap the 'Dinner' selection, and for location you select 'My home'. Makeamatch only shows that option if both parties have agreed to put it up and undergone a background check, so you were a little surprised it was even available for her... you've never heard of her ever accepting the offer of a home date from anyone. Which you suppose means that it's probably a good sign that within the hour she's accepted and proffered a time for tomorrow night. This is apparently part of her infamous "process"... she always selects the soonest possible time for an offered date, and if there's any attempt to renegotiate the time or date, she instantly cancels. But you're ready for her since you've been half-planning this for weeks, and you instantly accept.\n\nThe two of you exchange a handful of short, almost businesslike messages as she does that infamous date-as-job-interview performance of hers, asking about what your intended dress code is and if she should bring anything. (You can't see her ever agreeing to full casual wear and full evening wear seems over the top considering how you're hoping this will go, so you answer "smart casual", which in your circle is sort of like business casual but lacking the business. You also suggest she might bring a dessert wine, which you figure should please her since it will give her an opportunity to do... well, whatever it is she's doing with these dates.) After that you make the call to set things up for tomorrow night, already feeling a heady sense of anticipation at the idea that this night might actually go the ideal way you want it to.\n\nThe next night at exactly three minutes before the agreed-upon time, your doorbell rings and you head over to answer it, having dressed in a pair of casual but high-end black slacks, classy leather belt, and white silk collared shirt with just the top button undone. Opening the door reveals Dana standing there looking much like she could have just come from the library, wearing a navy blue skirt suit with white silk blouse and modest heels. You suppose her idea of bending enough for things to be 'casual' is that she's unbuttoned the suit coat and has foregone the pantyhose you've heard she usually favors. "Wilhelm," she greets... not quite "coolly", but definitely formally.\n\n"Dana," you reply, keeping your own voice measured but a bit warmer, wanting to match her in kind at least at first. You smile and accept the wine bottle as she proffers it (ah yes from the "show-off collection" down at the local specialist shop), stepping back to gesture her inside, and venturing, "You know, just about everyone calls me 'Buddy', though."\n\n"... I see," she says, voice cooling just slightly in faint but obvious disapproval of the nickname as she steps inside, the two of you heading into the living room. "Well... Buddy... what did you have planned for dinner tonight?"\n\n"I actually have Derek and Monica Lancaster coming over in a little while, they'll be using my kitchen to make something seasonal and locally-sourced for us," you reply easily as the two of you take a seat (fairly far apart) on the couch. "Are you familiar with the Lancasters?"\n\nDana hesitates just a moment before nodding. "I am, yes. It's impressive you were able to schedule them for this." The Lancasters are a husband and wife pair that comprise one of the better private chef teams in town... they're usually booked up pretty solid, but Derek's a friend of yours so as long as you give him a general timeframe of a heads up.\n\n"I like to be prepared," you say simply, though, grinning. Still, you can see her defrosting just a little, settling easier on the couch, already becoming more receptive it seems.\n\n"I see. Well then... if they're going to be here in awhile, did you have anything planned for us to do until then?"\n\n"Hm... I did have <i>one</i> idea," you muse aloud, actually letting yourself grin at her as she blinks.\n\nLess than ten minutes later your pants are laying tossed aside along with your boxers, Dana's jacket and blouse flung in the opposite direction, abandoned as she bobs her head over your cock, looking up at you over the rim of her glasses as she fingers her pussy, surprisingly pretty lacy white panties pulled to one side and shown off since her snug skirt is up around her hips. 'Yeah, definitely a blessed life,' you think, unable to keep just a hint of smug out of your mental voice as you lightly press with your hand on her head, just enough to encourage her without trying to take control. Not that she seems to need much encouragement... it's not the most skilled blowjob you've ever gotten, but you'd have to say it's one of the more enthusiastic, the calm and collected art historian having almost instantly transformed into a cock-hungry slut. With one hand she strokes the lower half of your cock, and with the other she tugs down the front of her bra to let her full tits spill free.\n\nHer slender throat bulges a little as she flattens her hand around the root of your prick, taking more of you in until her pretty, perfectly pink-painted lips are pressing to her own fingers, her heated, lust-crazed eyes never leaving your face as she does. Then she abruptly pulls up and off, gasping out loud and enthusiastically stroking your shaft as she lets out a slightly raspy, "Oh fuck, Buddy, your cock is so big!" Then she stuffs it back in her mouth, closing her eyes briefly and moaning in pleasure around it, sending little shivers of sensation all through the throbbing pillar of flesh.\n\n'Thank you, Eriel,' you think dreamily, briefly amused at the idea that your thanks might cause her to look in on what you're thanking for and how much she'd likely blush at it. After a bit though you urge Dana up and around onto the couch herself, kissing her heatedly for several long moments before moving down to start sucking and licking at one of her plump nipples, sliding your own fingers into her dripping pussy in place of hers. She moans, one hand stroking adoringly up and down your arm while the other wraps around and strokes your cock even more adoringly. You take a break from fingering her and squeezing her ass just long enough to reach up and undo her bra, pulling it off and tossing it away before going back to teasing her nipples and working her pussy, at least twice feeling it flutter and then squeeze lightly around your pumping, probing digits. Soon she's tugging a bit more insistently on your dick, obviously trying to urge you to move and enter her.\n\nGood by you... although that little smug part of you can't quite help exerting just a bit more dominance over this suddenly pliant and lustful ice queen. So you lift her and flip her over with an additional yanking motion, enjoying her rather cute yelp of surprise as you shift her to being bent over the couch. Shoving her skirt further up and yanking her panties down, you take some time just rubbing the tip of your prick up and down between the plumped-up lips of her pussy, until she's almost whimpering and thrusting her hips back against you with desire. Only then do you push forward, a long smooth stroke that buries every bit of you inside of her, before gripping her hips and starting to pump in quickly, looking down to enjoy the jiggle of her ass at the impact of your hips.\n\n"Oh fuck yes fuck me Buddy fuck me fuck my pussy I need it so bad," she groans whole-throatedly, obviously giving vent to years of repressed lewdness as she fucks herself back against you shamelessly. Her moans are particularly enthusiastic and slutty as you lean forward, sliding your hands between her and the couch cushion to squeeze and knead her tits, her head turning to meet yours as you twine tongues, less of a kiss and more of a recreation of the sinuous, purely sexual press of your bodies together. You can actually feel her pussy splashing on your balls a little with every thrust, she's so wet... maybe this is the blessing she'd been hoping for too, you think, or at least your ego asserts. Whatever the case, she's clearly enjoying finally giving in and letting someone have their way with her, her body enthusiastically bucking and writhing sinuously under yours, every hard panted breath coming out with a soft moan intermingled with longer, deeper-felt moans as you plunge your prick into her sopping cunt.\n\nEventually you can't hold back anymore, and giving an enthusiastic groan of your own you straiten up and pull out, your cock emerging dripping and jutting above the cleft of her buttocks. Gripping yourself and giving a last few strokes, you spill long, thick ropes of cum all over her ass, painting up the reserved high society ice queen like she was a porn starlet... as the reserved high society ice queen moans happily and wiggles her hips, encouraging you like any porn starlet would. "Oh... oh Buddy, fuck," she groans, the normally cool and witty curator currently able to do little more than sensually moan your name.\n\nYup. This evening's definitely off to a blessed start! Now, to-\n\n<hr>\n[[Get cleaned up for dinner.|BudBless]]\n\n[[Cancel dinner.|BudBless1x3]]\n\n[[Invite in your third. And fourth.|BudBless]]

Still stroking your cock with one hand to milk out any last few beads of cum onto Dana's ass, you pick up your phone with the other, tapping the contact you'd put a handy shortcut to on the homescreen for just such an occasion. "Hey, Monica? Yeah, this is Buddy, hey, I hate to do this on such short notice, but I need to cancel. Don't worry, I'll still pay the full amount, but Dana and I-" you continue as you slide your cock back into the former ice queen's pussy, grinning at her low, eager moans as you give a few light thrusts. "-decided we'd like to keep spending private time together. Yeah, thanks for understanding. Bye!"\n\nYou take a few more moments just to stir Dana back up and get her engine revving before suggesting the two of you head upstairs to your bedroom... a proposal she agrees with enthusiastically. Almost as enthusiastic as her moans as the two of you, now properly naked, lay on the bed, her on her back with a hand on your head as you once more eat her out, your tongue rolling and flicking over her pussylips. Gotta make sure to give back, after all, in return for your blessed life! Actually you've gotta wonder if that blessing is doing things for your prowess, like you're just so happening to find all the best spots to make her react, because while you've certainly never had any complaints about how you perform this particular activity, Dana's reactions are above and beyond anything you've ever gotten out of women before. Well, you suppose some of that could just be her own long dry spell.\n\nHaving gotten her pussy as thoroughly worked-up as you can manage with your tongue, you slide on top of her and back inside of her, grinning as her legs eagerly wrap around your middle and start urging you to thrust. Once more you press down on top of her, kissing her enthusiastically as you fuck her down against the bed, making her moan into your mouth around the dance of your tongues. Feeling her clutch at you, fuck up against you, urge you into her, admittedly it's all definitely making you feel that blessing. But after a few minutes you pull away, Dana reluctantly letting you, and when you flip her over and haul her hips up she just as eagerly gets up onto all fours. This time you have free rein to fondle and play with her tits as you fuck her from behind, nipping at her ear as she moans and gasps shamelessly. Despite her haughty, cold demeanor of earlier, she gives a delighted squeal when you straighten up and give her ass a good hard smack, bucking her hips and wiggling them almost invitingly. So, of course, you spank her again, this time being rewarded with an even throatier cry and her pussy shuddering and squeezing around your cock.\n\nYou pull out after fucking her to another orgasm or two, letting her catch her breath as you rub your cock against her ass. You're definitely riding high on the feeling of getting her off so much, it's definitely convinced you you're living a blessed life. So why not take your blessing a bit further and-\n\n<hr>\n[[-knock her up.|BudBless]]\n\n[[-fuck her in the ass.|BudBless1x4]]

You've got this feeling there's no real need to ask... chances are that Dana just hasn't realized how much she wanted to be fucked up the ass until she'll feel your cock in it. You're blessed that way, after all! Grinning, you press your thoroughly pussyjuice-lubed prick up against that little pucker and start pushing in, watching as it spreads open around your girth as you slide inside.\n\n"W-wait, I've never-!" Dana starts to blurt, only to cut herself off with the sluttiest moan you've ever heard, her eyes rolling up in her head some as you slide deeper and deeper into her tight little rear hole, a shudder running through her body and her silky virgin passage squeezing around you in a way that says she just came a little. \n\nWhich, of course, just encourages you, continuing to smoothly and steadily sink your shaft into her... butt, until your sack rests against her sex. Kneading and rubbing her hips for a moment, just letting her wriggle against you and moan at the feeling of having a cock in her ass, you wait until she's actually started bucking her hips slightly in silent pleading before you start thrusting. In practically no time at all Dana's given up the last vestiges of her dignity, her eyes rolled up in her head and an utterly shameless smile on her face, her tongue lolled out as she fucks herself back against you eagerly, working her tight hole over your prick just as much as you're pumping into her.\n\n"Yesss yes fuck my naughty little ass, fuck my bitch ass with your big prick Buddy, oh fuck I love it, I love getting assfucked so much, yessss!" she yowls, obviously having the time of her life as her pussy soaks your balls with virtually every slap of them against it.\n\nIf anything Dana seems to be enjoying herself even more than you are, making you wonder in amusement exactly who this blessing is helping more. But all the same her ass <i>is</i> amazingly smooth and hot and tight and eventually you can't take it anymore, groaning happily as you thrust forward, burying yourself inside her and spilling a hefty, built-up load deep inside her, Dana's eyes rolling up even further and her body shuddering as her dirty talk turns into wordless sounds of mindless pleasure. As you pull out and admire your work, that being her slightly gaping previously virgin asshole with a very thick pool of cum leaking out and down over her pussy, she lays there shuddering happily in aftershock orgasms.\n\nYup. Definitely blessed. \n\nIn the morning you make her breakfast, which clearly flusters her a great deal, especially since it seems like she's tempted to fawn over you a bit instead and is barely holding back due to pulling her calm and collected persona back on. However, before she leaves, she gives you her personal cell phone number and not-quite-begs for yours so she can make sure you can get through to her. "Please feel free to call me if you want to... get together. Any time," she adds in an almost blurt, before blushing and clearing her throat, straightening her shoulders. "Well, I'll see you around. Buddy."\n\nTranslation, you think with a grin as you wave to her while she's heading down the front walk, she's now an eager and willing booty call, down to fuck whenever you feel like calling her up. Isn't that quite the blessing? ... Okay, you're going to wear that out if you keep harping on it.\n\nStill, you think as you shower, your cock half-hard as you muse over various possibilities. It's pretty clear that you can basically do... whatever you want, as long as you don't have any ill intentions. If you're not out to hurt anyone, seems like whatever you try to do will just work out for you, no matter how blatant and straightforward you act. That... is a heck of a thought. And obviously you want to try it out further!\n\nDana already proved that things will work out even if you pick a seemingly impossible partner, so where to go from there?\n\n<hr>\n[[Women who are even less approachable.|BudBless2x1]]\n\n[[Women who are even less interested in guys.|BudBless1x5]]\n\n[[A guy.|BudBless]]

Well. Lesbi-honest. (Ha.) It's every guy's fantasy, right? And if you're really, truly blessed, why not see how far it can go? It's not exactly like Dana had a bad time of it, either, so you're sure everyone involved would enjoy themselves.\n\nAnd as luck would have it, you have the perfect opportunity. How about that! Your friends Laura and Ayako, who have been married for a few years, have just moved into a new apartment closer to the upscale hospital where Laura works, and said 'You should come over and see the place sometime'. Which is, obviously, mostly just being polite, but you're betting that they actually meant it because... well, y'know. So, finishing off your shower, you dry off and flop in bed naked to give them a call. And, of course, they're both delighted by the idea of you coming over to see their new place, and invite you for lunch tomorrow. Thanking them, you hang up and then idly stroke your cock, letting your mind run wild with all the possibilities.\n\nThe next day, aiming to arrive just a bit early (you're guessing they won't mind), you head downtown, dressed fairly casually since it is just supposed to be lunch with friends. You park a bit away and feed the meter (you doubt you'd get a ticket but no reason to push it) and head for the apartment building, only to blink at who you spot heading for one of the cars parked in the small covered lot. "Laura?"\n\nShe blinks and turns towards you. Her pale brown hair is cut fairly short, and always seems just a little disheveled, contributing to her having a rather busy look all the time. Her face is on the cute/handsome side, with big blue eyes and a tendency to avoid much makeup. At the moment she's wearing a grey turtleneck sweater that shows off her sizeable chest, and a modest knee-length black skirt... but she's also wearing her white coat, which is what gives you a bit of concern. "Oh, hello, Buddy, I was just about to call you once I got in the car."\n\n<img src="images/Laura.jpg">\n\n"Did something come up?" you ask, in a way that queries if lunch is off. A sudden cancellation doesn't seem very blessed... but you guess that it would be if there was absolutely no hope for having lewd fun with the pair, and you'd just embarrass yourself if you tried.\n\nSo you're a bit relieved when she says, "Oh no, no, everything's fine. I mean, something did come up, I need to pop down to my office, but only for a few minutes to check over some data in person and probably adjust a prescription. I should be back in an hour, two at most, so lunch may be late but we'll still have it. Head on up, Ayako's expecting you."\n\nAh, there it is. In fact it seems like the blessing is giving you more opportunities to decide how you want to play this! "Okay, I'll see you in a little while, then." You give a wave as she heads off towards her car, then turn and head into the building yourself.\n\nShortly after you knock on the door, it opens to reveal Ayako's smiling face. "Hello, Buddy," she says sweetly, resting a hand on her chest and incidentally showing off her wedding ring. Ayako's definitely more on the pretty/beautiful side, her silky black hair pulled into a ponytail that hangs over one shoulder and is bound with a white scrunchy, (probably) inadvertantly helping draw the eye to her own sizeable chest, which is hugged by a tight blue long-sleeved shirt with a V-cut neck that does, after all, show off a fair amount of cleavage. Her tight white pants also show off curvy hips and a rear... she's definitely got a bit of 'motherly appeal' going on already, despite only being your own age and, well.\n\n<img src="images/Ayako.jpg">\n\n"Hey, Aya. I bumped into Laura on the way up, she told me about being called away," you say as she invites you in. Wow, it really is a nice apartment, very roomy with a great view... you guess that's what a combination of a doctor who sees mostly wealthy patients and the daughter of a moderately wealthy real estate developer wind up with when they move closer to work. \n\n"Yes, I've put lunch on hold, once she gives me a call I'll get back to it. So, this is the new place," she says, showing you into the living room, replete with hardwood floors, expensive-looking rugs, and very nice-looking leather furniture. "At least, a glance at it."\n\n"It's great," you assure her sincerely, unable to help taking a glance at her ass as well, knowing you're unlikely to be caught.\n\n"Thank you! I can give you a more thorough tour if you like," Ayako says as she turns back to you. "We do need something to do to fill the time until Laura gets back, after all."\n\n<hr>\n[["Sure."|BudBless3x1]]\n\n[["Hey, I have an idea!"|BudBless1x6]]

"Well, I have a thought for something we could do until she gets back," you muse aloud.\n\n"Oh?" Ayako looks curious, turning towards you again. "What's that?"\n\nLess than five minutes later she's naked and bent over with her hands on the back of the couch, moaning loudly as your cock pumps into her dripping wet pussy, your hips slapping against her ass and her tits swaying underneath her. You keep a firm grip on her waist as you pump into her, grinning all the while at all the naughty, extremely pleasured sounds she's making. "So, good idea?" you prompt cheekily.\n\n"Oh, oh, oh god, oh my god," she moans, tossing her head and making her short ponytail flip over her shoulder. "I never thought a cock would feel like this, oh fuck, oh my <i>fuck</i>!"\n\nWell nice to confirm that you're the first piece of dick she's had, and she certainly seems to be enjoying it! Truly you are... ... you get the idea. You add a bit of extra roll to your hips, partly to get some really nice impact tremors in her ass and partly because it makes her pleasured cries ramp up considerably, even moreso when you lean forward and take those swaying tits in hand. You roll them around against your palms, letting your fingers sink in a bit, thinking about how good they're going to feel wrapped around your cock at some point. "Yeah, you like it, huh? Like getting fucked by a guy?" you coo teasingly at her.\n\n"Fuck, fuck yes, fuck, it's so fucking good," she whimpers loudly, working her body back against you, luscious legs flexing as she drives herself back against your thrusts.\n\nJust because you're enjoying how much her pussy is squeezing around your prick like it never wants to let go, you release one of her breasts to let it swing free again and slide your hand between her legs instead, adding a bit more stimulation by directly frigging her clit. At that Ayako's eyes roll up and her teeth grit as she makes a truly, utterly slutty sound, actually squirting all over your balls as she cums hard, her entire body shuddering with the intensity of the orgasm that just a little bit of extra nudging gives her.\n\nYou fuck her to another two mind-jarring orgasms before pulling out, grabbing your pussyjuice-dripping prick and giving it a few last strokes to send long ropes of your cum decorating that round, perfect ass in a practically pornographic way, Ayako panting and shuddering, letting out a few soft little moans as she feels the warmth splattering over her. Without you even prompting her, she turns and sinks to her knees, sliding her mouth over your shaft and starting to do her best to clean it up of every last drop of her own arousal, her tongue working you over with boundless enthusiasm if not much technique. But she's obviously a quick learner as she's soon deep-throating you, working her upper body back and forth a bit as she sucks you down, tits jiggling lightly as she looks up at you in slightly guilty pleasure and need.\n\nEventually she pulls back, apparently having guessed what your cock starting to throb means, and copies your own earlier motion of wrapping a hand around your shaft and pumping, her mouth open and tongue jutting out. She flinches just a bit when the first spurt of your cum splatters across her face, but then moans eagerly as the next hits right in her open mouth, hitting the roof of it and dribbling down onto her tongue, the next few spatters hitting there instead. Once she's got a mouthful she closes her lips and swallows, milking out the last few dribbles of your jizz right onto her slightly sweat-glistening tits.\n\nThen, a bit more of that guilt starting to edge in, she glances towards the clock. "We... we should get cleaned up, Laura could be back any time," she murmurs, even as she looks at your cock and continues to stroke it lightly, teeth worrying her lower lip gently.\n\n<hr>\n[["Let's continue anyway."|BudBless]]\n\n[["Well, okay."|BudBless]]\n\n[["I doubt she'll be back tonight."|BudBless]]

The term "pigman" gives you several amusing ideas. Grinning, you nod towards the dangling pink costume. "Sure, I'll pig out," you joke.\n\nThe shopkeeper chuckles politely, taking down the bodysuit and boxing it up for you. You put it on your card (while being mildly surprised that it isn't more expensive), then head home. You spend the rest of the day rummaging around in various closets and boxes and making a few quick outings to stores that conveniently happen to be open until very late to finish assembling what you need for the idea you have in mind. \n\nThe next day, you haul the bodysuit out of the box and take a look at it. It's a somewhat ponderous thing, feeling rather heavy in your hands, obviously containing a fair bit of rubber padding. Shrugging, you start pulling it on, wiggling and squirming your way into the pinkish suit, tugging it here and there to get it into place. Zipping the back up, you pull on the attached hooded mask, wiggling it around to get it settled, before getting up and plodding over to the mirror. You find you can move fairly easily and naturally despite the added restriction and weight, and settle in front of the mirror to have a good look.\n\nYou're actually surprised just how much it changes the look of your body. Obviously it didn't make you any shorter, but your whole body looks broader, more, well, squat. The piggish face with its floppy ears has a vaguely humanish look to it, but then of course it's got your eyes. The arms somehow manage to look flabby and strong at the same time, and your hands are tucked into the gloves so that they form two thick, hoof-tipped fingers and a large thumb. Of course it's got a big, fat belly on it, though since it's rubber it's pretty firm, which means it's got a kind of "strongfat" impression to it. It also doesn't obscure something you didn't notice the suit had before... a sizeable cock! Thick and dangling, the pink rubber phallus has a set of massive, wrinkly balls underneath it. The shaft and head are slightly different than a human's, but the shape isn't too dissimilar... you're not entirely sure what a pig's looks like, but you've heard "corkscrew" and this isn't quite that. Anyway, it somehow manages to make your legs look thicker and shorter than they really are, ending in slightly short, hoof-toed feet. Man, some judicious padding can go a long way, you suppose.\n\nNow clad as a squeaky, shiny pink pig-man, you head back to the bed to retrieve the rest of your costume. You pull on a set of battered, stained jeans (which luckily hide the bodysuit's endowments... it's not quite <i>that</i> wild a party, at least not to start with). Then you pull on your newly-purchased t-shirt, with text reading 'The Man' and an arrow pointing up, and 'The Legend' with an arrow pointing towards your crotch. You're rather happy that it doesn't quite cover the suit's big pink rubber belly. Finally, you tuck an oversized cigar into the muzzle of the mask. At first it seems about to fall out, but when you reflexively try to bite down, it settles into place. Huh... must be coincidence.\n\nAfter trotting around the room experimentally, you decide you don't really need to wear shoes over the suit... besides, going barefoot (or barehoofed) in a stranger's house will just complete the image. Chortling to yourself, and not really noticing the snorts that sneak in there, you wedge yourself into your car and drive on over to the party.\n\nOn your way over, though, you take a moment to reflect. You think your costume is pretty clever, and were planning to (pardon the term) ham it up. But you don't want to actually <i>offend</i> anyone, do you?\n\n<hr>\n[[Just wear the costume, that's funny enough.|BuddyOctPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Fuck 'em if they can't take a joke, go whole hog! *snort*|BuddyPig1x1]]

"You're <i>sure</i> you don't mind all this?" you ask one more time.\n\nMurielle laughs softly. "I promise, I'm perfectly willing to be your servant in every way I was Archibald's. It was my own decision to adhere to his 'loophole', really. So don't trouble yourself about it further."\n\nWell, y'know, if she says so. Repeatedly. You guess it'd be kind of dickish to insist she doesn't know what she's talking about, so you move to get in on the passenger side of the car. Murielle gets behind the wheel, noting as she starts it up, "You can ride in the back next time if you like, but it's up to you." She continues as she pulls out and onto the street, "The car and my office are technically in my name, but of course since everything at my disposal is yours for the asking, you may consider them yours to use as you see fit as well."\n\n"Ah, thanks." You glance out the window, then back at her. "Hey, you mentioned 'glamour' before... is that why Mrs. Andrews didn't seem to think it was weird that you're an elf?"\n\n"Yes indeed. I've cast a small spell on myself that causes people to dismiss things about me that are too far outside their normal. Unfortunately, as a side effect, they all tend to hear my name as '<i>Muriel</i>'," she notes, briefly deepening her voice and using a thicker, drawling American accent as opposed to her usual lyrical 'mid-Atlantic' one. She shrugs a bit. "But a small annoyance to avoid stares and constant questions. Of course, one of the reasons I immediately knew you'd chosen me was that you were staring at my ears," she adds, eyes twinkling as she glances at you. "Since as my new Master, you'd of course be able to see through my glamour."\n\n... At least she noticed you staring at her ears and not her... yeah. In fact it's a little difficult not to stare right now, her driving position pushes them together and up and makes them look even bigger. Still, you're managing. "So what does it mean that you're my assistant? Are you like... brought down to human level but can just apply all your centuries of learning, or anything like that?"\n\n"Not quite. While I am somewhat magically restrained by being vow-bound to a human, it's only slightly. I might not be able to command full 'wish-granting' power, but I'm still fully capable of using all other sorts of magic on your behalf. It served your great-uncle quite well in his more physically adventurous youth, and kept him quite physically and mentally capable up through his death. I could have extended his life a great deal more, but it was his own choice to bow to a purely human lifespan." She sighs, eyes taking on a bit of a sad set, gaze briefly growing distant, before she smiles and shrugs a bit. "He was like that about some things."\n\n"So what all can you do?"\n\n"I can't really give you a 'menu' of my abilities, unfortunately... there's too much, indeed likely some things even I wouldn't remember unless asked about. Better to simply ask as it comes up."\n\nSoon she parks in the street outside one of those old-fashioned townhomes, the ones that were a solid wall of buildings simply walled off from each other. You blink a bit as she leads the way inside, revealing an extremely tasteful and high class interior. "This is your office?"\n\n"And my home, whenever I wasn't by your great-uncle's side. We were together a great deal of the time, but sometimes he wanted to take time with other people or be by himself, and during those periods I stayed here. Of course, I was also free to come here when I needed my own privacy or space." She stops and turns to face you again, folding her hands and smiling. "Now, Master, we have a lot to do. Obviously we'll need to take care of getting the money you inherited properly squared away and preferably making more money for you, but there's no reason we can't also relax and get to know each other better first. Or, if you're particularly interested in my magical abilities, I could show some of them off for you."\n\n<hr>\n[[To business!|Austin]]\n\n[[To pleasure!|Austin]]\n\n[[To a magic show!|Austin]]

Ah, perfect, a dish that's going to absorb all the liquid put in with it. "Hey, Motoko, can I help by getting the rice started for you?" you offer.\n\n"Hm? You know how?"\n\n"Yeah, my old dorm's kitchen had a rice cooker that wasn't too different from this one. Same brand, even, I think." \n\n"Sure, then, thanks."\n\nYou measure out the amount of rice she tells you, then carry the cup over to the sink. You do a quick check to make sure that Motoko's absorbed in her vegetable chopping, then quickly empty the vial into the cup before filling it the rest of the way with water. Shirou said it would hold up to cooking fine, you assume that means being diluted too. You pour the water (and catalyst) over the rice, then close the lid and spend a few seconds figuring out the slight differences in the cooker before hitting the buttons. "Anything else I can help with?" you offer, since it might look weird if you only offered to do one specific thing.\n\n"Nah, I'm good. Probably oughtta get used to menial labor, huh?" she says in her 'joking' tone, shooting you a grin that doesn't quite reach her eyes.\n\n'Maybe so,' you think a bit smugly as you wander back out. Some time later you sit down to one of the tables in the little dining room area, the long table laid out with a number of delicious-looking dishes... and the rice cooker, which you have to resist the urge to smirk at. Shizue scoops and shapes a bowl of rice from it, starts to hand it to Nanako, then pauses, and offers it to you instead, not quite managing to entirely hide how much of an aferthought the polite gesture was considering that it's supposed to be your welcome meal. "Ah, no thanks," you answer, holding up a hand. "I'm on a bit of a low carb diet."\n\n"... Low... carb?" the three of them stare at you as if you'd just said you were on an exclusive diet of the blood of snakes. Nanako shakes her head and mutters, "Foreigners are such freaks" under her breath in a not particularly quiet voice, and the other two look like they're trying not to blatantly agree with her. It does't really bother you though, especially as you see her dish up a large mouthful of the rice herself and swallow it.\n\n"Actually, to further the idea of a celebration, I thought we could watch a movie after this," you suggest, trying not to pay too much attention to the slight grimaces on all three of them's faces. "I noticed there's a decent big-screen TV in the 'media' room down here, and a senpai at school gave me this," you add, holding up the disk so they can see the name written on it.\n\nNanako's jaw drops, and she blurts out, "I love that movie! I went to see it three times in the theater!" Then she looks embarrassed at her outburst, screwing her face into an annoyed expression. "O-oy, you, that's not even supposed to be out on disk until next month! Your friend's probably pirating scum! ... B-but, I mean, if it's from your senpai, I guess... it wouldn't do to disrespect him by not watching it..."\n\n"Oh, um, I don't know, movies like that aren't really my thing," Shizue murmurs, glancing away.\n\nYou're trying to figure out how to argue her into it without just driving her off harder when, surprisingly, Motoko comes to your rescue, talking around a cheekful of beef, vegetable, and rice. "Aw c'mon Shizu-chan, it's a pretty good movie! Your writing won't get better if you don't experience other forms of media too, right?"\n\n"Well... I guess you're right," Shizue allows, laying a slice of beef acros the top of her rice before using her chopsticks to eat both.\n\nYou can barely contain your excitement until dinner is done, and have to be careful to moderate your step as you head with the others to the small lounge set up downstairs. The three of them immediately take up the couch directly in front of the TV for the best view... well, that suits you just fine, really. You get the disc put in and sit down in one of the chairs nearby, hitting 'Play' on the remote once the menu comes up. Of course, you're more inclined to watch the girls than the movie, and do so as often as you reasonably can without worrying about being caught staring.\n\nAt first it's fairly normal... Nanako's practically bouncing in her seat a little where she's sitting between the other two, though clearly trying not to look excited, Motoko is grinning and even giving little cheers for the events of the movie, and Shizue's looking at best mildly interested. But as the movie goes on, you notice the change start. Mostly that Nanako settles in and is staring more intently at the screen than before, but every so often one of them will blink and jerk their heads just a little as if they were tired, especially after an explosion or a panning shot over some glowing item or bit of scenery. As the movie's pace picks up and the music is almost constantly playing, you notice that their heads actually do seem to bob a little as if they were on the verge of falling asleep, eyes growing glassy and tension leaving their bodies. Even Nanako's shoulders slump as the colors on the screen grow brighter and more saturated, the glow effects brighter and lingering more. Finally the whole screen fades into a brilliant purple color, a very faint droning noise like a bass-boosted refrigerator filling the room. All three girls are still staring at the screen, shoulders slumped and faces blank, eyes not really seeming focused.\n\nYou get to your feet and walk over, waving a hand in front of Nanako's face, and even poking her cheek. No reaction. "Hey, can you hear me?" you ask.\n\n"Yes," Shizue whispers dreamily.\n\n"Yuh... huh," Nanako drones in a bland tone.\n\n"Yeah sure," Motoko adds in a vague, distant voice.\n\nWow, it seriously worked! All of them are in a trance, and according to Shirou all you need to do to put suggestions in their heads and have them obey them is talk to them. "Alright, girls, listen up," you announce in a formal, important tone. "The fact of the matter is, I own Hitasuneko Nissuisen."\n\n"You... own this place," all three reply back with slight variations.\n\n"That's right. And that means-"\n\n<hr>\n[["I can go where I want."|AustinJP2x1]]\n\n[["We should get along."|Austin]]\n\n[["You have to do what I say."|Austin6x3]]\n\n[["You have to earn your keep."|Austin]]\n\n[["You all got inherited too."|Austin7x1]]

One of your history teachers once said that most people who were regarded as giants by history often owed a lot of that to their much less famous assistants. And some of your TV viewing has assured you that people who come into a bunch of money with no one to help them manage it or rein them in tend to spend themselves into being worse off than they were before they got the money. If your uncle found this assistant so indispensable, might be she's actually the best bet. "I think I'll take the assistant as my inheritance choice."\n\n"Really?" Mrs. Andrews blinks, clearly surprised, but then nods. "Ah, well, I won't question you if that's your decision... in some ways it might be the best one, I suppose. Well, the person in question is waiting in an office nearby, so if you'll follow me."\n\nThe blonde woman leads the way down the hall, opening what looks like an office that's purely for discussing things in, to judge from the lack of personal touches. There's a woman with long brown hair standing inside facing the window, wearing a green sweater, white drape over her shoulders, and a long blue skirt. As the door opens, she turns towards it, an almost pout on her face and in her voice as she says, "He didn't pick me, did he? That's rather-"\n\n<img src="images/Murielle.jpg">\n\nYou stare, for first one reason, then another. First of all, those are definitely the largest breasts you've ever been in the presence of, the fabric of her sweater hugging them rather shamelessly and emphasizing their size and heaviness. But once you manage to yank your shocked gaze properly up to her face, you see that she's amazingly gorgeous, a slim but mature look highlighted by slender glasses with almost invisible frames... but what's slightly more attention-getting are the pointed ears poking out from amidst her hair. Her expression becomes rather shocked at the sight of you... then shifts to a small, sly smile that she quickly brings a finger up across to urge you to silence.\n\nAt the moment you're mostly too stunned to say anything even if you wanted to, but luckily Mrs. Andrews is thoughtfully filling in the silence. "Austin, this is your great uncle's assistant, Muriel."\n\n"It's a pleasure to meet you, Austin," the elf(?!) picks up, green eyes twinkling. "It looks like I'll be helping you for the foreseeable future, hm?"\n\n"Austin has indeed chosen to inherit your services as his choice from among his options. Since this was an informal understanding between yourself and Archibald, Muriel, there's nothing more for us to take care of other than Austin signing off on the successful completion of our execution of his great uncle's will. However, should you wish to draw up a formal employment contract, our office is available to you."\n\n"Thank you very much, but I don't think we need to take care of that today." Muriel walks over to you, giving you a small smile again. "Shall we go, M-... -ister Austin? Once you've signed the papers, obviously. I have my car."\n\n"Uh, right. Yeah, sure," you murmur, nodding, trying to figure out if you're the only one that thinks it's unusual for there to be an elf in a lawyer's office.\n\nOnce you've signed and dated several stacks of paper, you and Muriel walk down the hall and into the elevator. Once the doors have closed she heaves a sigh deep enough it actually makes her chest jiggle just a little. "It's so troublesome that my glamour makes some humans utterly <i>incapable</i> of pronouncing my name properly." She turns to you and smiles gently, putting her fingertips to her chest. "So, this time properly, hello, Master, my name is Murielle."\n\n"Oh. Got it. Um, Austin. I mean, you already knew that, but..." At a bit of a loss, you offer your hand.\n\nMurielle laughs softly, making you blush in embarrassment, but her smile as she takes your hand and gives it a light shake takes the sting out of it. "Archibald said you were cute," she murmurs, a twinkle in her eye that makes you blush for entirely different reasons.\n\nThe elevator door opens, and Murielle strides out purposefully, so you quickly do your best to fall into step with her and keep up. You glance around to make sure no one seems to be able to overhear, then murmur, "So, uh, are you... are you actually a... um..."\n\n"I'm an elf, yes. A High Elf, in fact, one of the oldest and most powerful races of elves in existence, and there are more than you might think." Murielle glances over, giving you a quick wink. "Still, we're as capable of getting ourselves into trouble as any human in certain circumstances, and in one such case Archibald saved me. In return, I told him that he could have one wish that was within my power to grant. He wished for a lifetime of faithful service from me," she continues as she leads you out of one of the doors and to a small connected parking lot that's apparently for high-end employees and guests. Stopping in front of an old-fashioned but very shiny and immaculate black town car, she turns to face you. "Of course, as he pointed out on his deathbed, neither of us specified at the time <i>whose</i> lifetime he meant, and that if he directed me to serve his chosen successor, that was included in faithful service to him for my own lifetime."\n\n"Wait, wait. I mean, isn't that kind of like slavery?" you object, holding up your hands in negation.\n\n"Hmmmm. If you wanted to look at it that way, I suppose a little?" Murielle says, putting a fingertip to her lower lip and glancing upward, seeming utterly unperturbed by the idea. "After all, I made a vow to him, and I'm bound by that vow until released from it, so I suppose if you were to look at it from that point of view I am magically required to be your 'slave', as it were." Then she smiles and shrugs. "But only if you choose to look at it that way. I've always considered my service to your great-uncle to be of my own free will, and even with the 'loophole' he found, I'm not upset... mostly a little embarrassed that I never noticed it myself. I certainly don't mind becoming your assistant the way I was his... I've done it for almost seventy years now, and while not a particularly large chunk of my life, it is quite comfortable and pleasing to me by now."\n\n"... Hunh," you murmur, rubbing the back of your neck as you try to process all that.\n\n"Hm. Alright, if you're still that uncomfortable about it, I will make you a deal," Murielle says, raising a finger. "If you want to release me from your service, you're free to do so at any time... to make up for anything else you lost out on in the inheritance, if you do it now, I'll make you the same offer I made Archibald, any one wish that it's within my considerable power to grant. Otherwise, we can get in the car and make our way to my office to go over some things, beginning our relationship as master and servant, over which I assure you I'll hold no hard feelings at all."\n\n<hr>\n[[Release her.|AustinElf2x1]]\n\n[[Get in the car.|AustinElf1x2]]

'Guarana Gator'? The can is more slender than the others and silver, and makes you think of... ah, yeah, once you pick it up and pop the tab, you immediately recognize the scent. It's an energy drink... one of those that claims to be loaded down with healthy supplements in addition to its hefty caffeine content. Though the smell is nearly identical to the ones you're used to, you notice the cartoon alligator on the front is dressed in track shorts and running cleats, indicating the marketing intends it for athletes.\n\n"Ah yes, our 'sports/energy' option, surely something needed by a slac<i>bzzzt</i> hardworking and obviously athletically inclined individual such as yourself. Our formula boasts something no other energy drink has, though our testing has not yet confirmed if that is for a good reason or not. But we still boast about it containing all-natural enzymes to aid in growth of various parts of the body." You reach for one of the short plastic cups included with the tray, before pausing as the voice adds, "However, it should be noted that we are still doing science to tweak the exact appropriate ratio of growth enzymes. Please be extremely moderate with intake."\n\n<hr>\n[[Oh, okay, just a sip then.|MikeAppSoda]]\n\n[[Maybe a third of the cup?|MikeAppSoda]]\n\n[[Psh, it's fine, drink a whole cup.|MikeAppSoda3x2]]\n\n[[CHUG CHUG CHUG!|MikeAppSoda]]

<b>November 15-16, 2018</b>\n* Female Eric-Ranma can now decide she [[can't take the chance|FRanX15x4]] that the demon statue is bluffing about the new curse.\n<b>November 19, 2018</b>\n* Some more work on [[Capture|GGCaptureStart]]. Specifically, the doll room.\n<b>November 20, 2018</b>\n* Holly can now go [[check the roof|HollyXmas5x1]] when there arises such a clatter.\n<b>November 21, 2018</b>\n* More of the post-roof Holly Christmas stuff.\n<b>November 23, 2018</b>\n* Capture stuff, such as actually hitting Tifa with the Reconditioning Rifle.\n<b>November 24, 2018</b>\n* Finished up the previous day's writing, also added the Slut Gallery in the hab area.\n<b>November 26, 2018</b>\n* Holly can now go see the [[very naughty Madelyn|HollyXmas5x7]] instead of just jerking off. (Santa Holly's description has also been tweaked a bit in earlier passages.)\n* On another path, Santa Holly can also be good and [[resist her urges|HollyXmas8x1]].\n<b>November 28, 2018</b>\n* Jamie can now [[pray for help|QOInc1x3]] on the second night after being molested by the incubus.\n<b>November 29, 2018</b>\n* More of Jamie trying to manage the situation with Shotiel and Mal.\n<b>November 30, 2018</b>\n* Moar Jamie.

'Extremely moderate' is probably just corporate-speak for 'don't drink the whole can'. If it was really dangerous they probably wouldn't be legally allowed to let a human person test it, right? So you pour the Guarana Gator into the cup, noting its mostly clear with a slight greenish tinge color. The scent definitely isn't anything you could recommend... there's that distinct energy drink 'tang' from what's probably the taurine and gensing and whatever else is shoved in these to convince people they're not a nightmare for their bodies, but there's also a slight musty, swampy odor. (Maybe that's why they picked an alligator?) Oh well, it's probably still not the least appealing thing you've ever drank. (You were once desperate for a mixed drink at an almost played-out party and made a spiced rum and diet orange cream soda.) Still, since you've never particularly enjoyed the taste of energy drinks anyway, best not to let it spend any more time on your tongue than necessary, and you quickly gulp down the contents of the cup in several large swallows.\n\nObviously you aren't really expecting any immediate results... it should take even a few moments for the sugar/caffeine buzz to kick in, after all. Except that within seconds you can feel your heart starting to pound, and it's almost as if you become aware of your blood pumping through your veins. You stumble slightly away from the pedestal, barely even noticing as it quickly retracts into the floor. You begin to feel hot and tingly, and as a rather strange side effect, your cock is suddenly and rather insistently rock hard in your pants, feeling like it's practically straining at your zipper. Your muscles twitch, making you jerk several times in place... and then the tingling grows as your muscles expand and swell, growing larger and bulkier by the moment, quickly filling out your shirt and pants and starting to strain at them enough that your newly defined musculature is actually visible through the fabric.\n\nBut that's not the only thing that's still growing. Your cock actually feels like it's getting harder... and longer, and thicker. Within moments it's no longer straining at your zipper but popping it open, jutting outward through your stretched underwear, growing longer and longer until they're forcing the cloth into your steadily more toned and defined ass. And then your throbbing, tingling, growing prick actually tears through the cloth, jutting out into the open air and spilling forth your enlarged balls. The stretching of the fly of your pants around the root of your dick soon causes them to pop the button, and as if that were a signal the rest of the seams and threads of your clothing begin to give way, revealing even more of your ever more musculature physique as you grow not only more toned, but taller and wider.\n\nBut as your clothes pop and tear away, you can see other changes beginning. Your skin begins to take on a pebbled, leathery texture, and as you stare at your large, powerful hands as they continue to grow, your nails turn black and begin to grow into sharp, wicked points. You grit your teeth as they sharpen, the strange ache of bones shifting amidst all the other sensation running through you as your face pushes forward, becoming more of a short, bluntish muzzle, similar sensations running down your back as short ridges grow along and to the sides of your spine, and a thick tail begins pushing out from above your ever larger and more firm butt. The strangeness of the sensations... the faint pain, the near-pleasure... combined with the unreality of watching the floor get further and further away, and the aching, insistent need of your ever longer and thicker cock sends you into a frenzy, bellowing and flailing around you.\n\n"Please remain calm as science occurs," the voice notes, though it actually seems a little rattled as you suddenly turn and rush towards the wall. "Hey, wait!" The white panels and metal beams beneath twist like a few measly layers of aluminum foil under the impact of your powerful, still-growing body, your head actually smashing up and through the ceiling as you grow several more feet just in the process, your footfalls slamming to the ground with impacts like an oversized subwoofer's strongest beats as you rage away from the building, from somewhere behind you the voice noting, "You did not remain calm."\n\nAppAssure was at the edge of the city, and you feel driven to head in the vague direction of home, your overwhelmed and overstimulated brain barely comprehending what's happening. By the time you're closer to downtown, people are running and screaming at the sight of you, fleeing away from your footfalls. The sound and motion enrages you, and with a guttural bellow you turn and kick a car, sending it spinning side-over-side through the air to smash into a building. The realization of what you just did shocks you enough to give you a brief moment of clarity, and you find yourself staring at your reflection in the intact mirrored glass panels of the building. You're... an alligator-man. You really look like an upright alligator, albeit extremely naked and with a cock that looks slightly oversized even on your huge frame. You're... well, you're on the small side of kaiju-sized, probably more of a Kong than a Godzilla, probably sixty-some feet tall and with a cock that's easily seven feet or more. \n\n"Stop right there!" comes a sudden shout.\n\nYou whirl towards it, instinctively growling, the sound rumbling through your chest loudly enough to actually cause the smashed glass in the streets to start dancing on the concrete. You quickly spot the source... it's one of those superhero types you've heard about in the news! The one with short brown hair, big boobs, and that the news broadcasts are always "accidentally" catching blatant ass and crotch shots of due to her tight shiny one-piece that's rather skimpy downstairs, and done in the red-white-and-blue with gold accents that seems so common.\n\n<img src="images/Guardienne.png">\n\n"Guardienne, protector of humanity, is here to put a stop to your rampage! If you're able to communicate, then surrender! If you're some mindless monster...!" She pauses, briefly looking sheepish as she realizes that if you're a mindless monster her banter is pointless, but quickly rallies. "Well then, prepare for a beating!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Surrender.|MikeAppSoda]]\n\n[[Smack her.|MikeAppSoda]]\n\n[[Grab her.|MikeAppSoda]]

"WHAT?! Young man how dare you?!" Professor Hawker demands with a scowl, thoroughly derailed from her previous demands by your suggestion. Just as you'd hoped. "If you're some sort of political or religious activist or something, let me tell you, I-"\n\nEven as she's speaking you're exhaling and working your glove controls with slight twitches of your fingers. The intakes on the inside of your mask quickly suck up your exhalation (your nose is kept separate now) and cycle it, adding aerosolized Catalyst to enhance the effect and increase the cloud size, while other chemicals neutralize its ability to activate someone's genes. You're pleased that there's hardly any lag time before the vents send a long stream of grey vapor towards her, almost hitting her in the face even as she's in the middle of speaking. She starts coughing, the action just making her inhale more of it.\n\n"What?! What is this?! It smells like... lemon?! Young man, there's... there's no vaping in... in..." She seems to be struggling to focus enough to even remember what she was trying to yell about, her frown becoming more thoughtful as she coughs lightly a few more times.\n\n"Isn't it so stressful, pretending to be in control, pretending to be strong and decisive and a leader?" you say in the smooth, relaxed tone of voice that comes easily to you now. Of course the speakers help... you've programmed the electronic alteration so that it makes the sound waves match more closely with brainwaves. You stroll forward slowly, continuing to speak in that steady, even tone. "Isn't it tiresome, having to be so in charge of everything? Decisions for the school, decisions for your students, decisions for your family, decisions for yourself," you say almost soothingly as your mask emits another cloud of grey fog.\n\n"I... that's..." She stammers a little, obviously struggling to think, her eyes glassy behind her spectacles. She wobbles a little in place, her voice coming out a bit distant as she admits, "Yes... it's difficult... being in charge all the time... making decisions..." She shakes her head a little, some part of her mind obviously still struggling as she blurts out, "Somebody has to make the decisions!"\n\nHa, perfect. You can't help but smile beneath your mask as you give one last light puff of vapor and assure her, "That's alright, I'll make all the decisions for you from now on. I'll tell you what to do and you'll do it. You'll never, ever have to make decisions for yourself ever again, you'll just get to do what you're told. You can just settle in, and know that your place is beneath me, doing what you're told."\n\n"But... but..." She wobbles a little in place again, staring at you. "... you'll make all the decisions?"\n\n"Yes, you don't need that pesky free will anymore. Just let it go and give it to me."\n\nIt's like she almost relaxes, her shoulders slumping a little, the tension going out of her stance, the faintest hint of a smile curling her lips. "Yes. Yes, that sounds nice. Please make all the decisions for me from now on. It's nice to know my place. Thank you."\n\n"Oh, you're quite welcome," you chuckle. Just as you suspected, focusing on the traits of submissiveness and a calm, empty mind made her pliable and eager to give up her free will with just a bit of pressure from you. Theoretically she should still be able to use all of her skills and knowledge... just that she's ceded over all authority in her life to you. And it wasn't even difficult! Now, the next step...\n\n<hr>\n[[... making more slaves.|GasGwyn]]\n\n[[... enjoying your new slave.|GasGwyn]]

Isn't that what various potheads and comic book writers are always saying? That drugs can expand your consciousness and unlock your creativity? You're pretty sure that's bunk as far as most stuff goes, but this is something else.\n\nStill, obviously something you should wait on. Stopping stroking your cock, you flop your hands to the sides of your head and just watch Allen as he jerks off in the hazy warm air of the room. In your current state you feel not the slightest hint of shame or confusion at watching another guy stroke his cock as he moans softly and writhes gently in pleasure. It's all good, right? He's feeling what you're feeling and that feeling is amazing, just let him enjoy it. Eventually Allen spurts all over his fingers, cum dribbling down over them and his balls, right about the time that the mist is starting to clear and the apartment's look and smell returns to normal. Hands now moving just a little shakily, he pulls his underwear back up over his cum-smeared crotch and redoes his fly, getting to his feet with a distant mutter about being hungry and walking, just a little wobbily, out the door.\n\nOnce he's gone, you grab some wet wipes and clean up a little, but don't bother getting dressed any further, just flopping back onto your bed in nothing but the thin long-sleeved shirt you're wearing. Okay, mind enhancer, mind enhancer... you imagine your brain lighting up with energy, like one of those goofy meme pics, as you inhale and even your breathing. Soon your breath is coming out in sparkly blue streams that settle over you, smelling of extremely sweet coffee and something else like lavender or 'seaspray', whatever that is. But you really can feel your mind beginning to race... there's a sudden clarity as well beneath the now almost constant fog of relaxation and pleasure you've developed. Yes... yes, everything's becoming clear now, about what the Catalyst does, about what it's done to you, about how your new ability works. But more than that... you begin to realize that you could do more. Just the way it is now, your ability to affect others is limited, but... but you could do way more with the right equipment.\n\nGrinning, you get up and head down the hall to take a quick shower before getting dressed and heading out. Let's see, you'll need scents and flavors that can easily be rendered aerosol, and there's an obvious place to get them. You visit several vape shops, the first a very small, limited just to buy a pen and some liquid (which you don't bother to charge or fill properly, it just needs to look like it's working, after all). The next few higher-end and more specialized ones, you talk to the owners about exactly how mixing the flavor-scents works... at first they're not particularly overeager to share their secrets, but after a few clouds of feel-good vapor from your lungs, they're eagerly sharing everything with you, your expanded mind gobbling it all up and improving on it, knowing exactly what to do with the large amounts of chemicals they agree to sell you. Next, you'll actually need to be able to store the various chemicals and little bits of machinery you're already designing in your head, so you head off to a store specializing in punk-goth-cosplay clothing. You find a long, hooded jacket, black with literally glowing neon trim (it uses AAA batteries but you're sure you can improve on that) and some almost matching baggy black cargo pants, and a long-sleeved black shirt t-shirt with a glow-in-the-dark biohazard symbol on the front, and some gloves that don't come all the way to the wrist. That coupled with some boots will give you a really cool look, you think... it all would have been expensive but a faceful of happy-gas convinces the girl at the counter to use both an employee discount and a super saver student discount.\n\nThat night, around eleven, you return to the sciences building decked out in your new clothes. You've been giving yourself 'hits' of your smart gas throughout the day until you're relatively certain by now it's permanent. Either way you can always make more. Between watching Cal work the system and your enhanced intelligence it's not particularly hard to get inside and head back to Cal's lab. The whole place is as abandoned as it was last night, but this time without even your well-intentioned benefactor. The masks he used to administer the Catalyst are still sitting out, and with a lopsided grin you pick one up. It's partially been modified to your purposes already, why not make use of it? Besides, it's almost sentimental. You easily hack into the lab's computer, looking up everything there is on the Catalyst. Confident that you could make it on your own from scratch if necessary, you loot some of the stores of it Cal's already synthesized and get to work, building various storage containers, tubes, and little bits of mixing and direction equipment into the lining of your jacket, as well as a series of controls into the insides of the gloves so that you can control them with slight twitches of your fingers... an extremely precise method but you're smart enough to handle it now.\n\nYour work completed, you fasten on the mask, which you've added straps to to keep it fixed more properly in place with no possibility of it slipping or coming off. Among other modifications you've added a pair of external vents rimmed in green LED strips, with large vents on the sides and smaller ones around the rims to allow you to direct your output as necessary. You check the smartwatch you took from Allen's side of the room and refitted to work with your getup... everything's showing green. Heh. You pull up the hood of your jacket and stroll out into the hall, wondering where you'll find a good test case at this time of night.\n\n"Hey! You there! Exactly what do you think you're doing?!"\n\nAh, there we go. You turn around to see the speaker, spotting a woman who must be a professor to judge by her age and style of dress. She looks like she's probably in her mid-late forties... still quite nice-looking, with just a few wrinkles around her eyes and the corners of her mouth to show her age. She's definitely not trying to look particularly fetching, though, wearing her black hair pulled back in a tight bun and a rather unexciting and plain dark pants suit, her only possible hint to fashion being that the top few buttons of her blouse are undone. She frowns at you, eyes hard behind the lenses of her almost stereotypical librarian glasses. "What <i>are</i> you wearing, young man? I don't think you're even one of the students, how did you get into this building? I'll call security!"\n\nTch, she'd have been better off claiming she'd already called them, though you still wouldn't believe her, her body language shows that she's so absolutely certain of her authority that she thinks she can cow you just by standing there. "Well, Professor..." you start, your voice coming out with a slight but obvious electronic tint from the speakers hidden inside the vents. You flick your eyes to her security badge. "Hawker, before I answer that, let me ask you. Don't you think you'd be happier if-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-you just relaxed?"|GasGwyn3x1]]\n\n[["-you didn't have to think anymore?"|GasGwyn2x1]]\n\n[["-you knew your place?"|GasGwyn1x3]]\n\n[["-you didn't think you were so strong?"|GasGwyn4x1]]\n\n[["-you had a more simplistic outlook?"|GasGwyn5x1]]\n\n[["-you were young, dumb, and full of cum?"|GasGwyn]]

Wow, this stuff is just, like... making you light-headed and giggly and you actually feel really amazing. Your eyelids become heavy and you smile beneath the mask as a pleasant tingly, light sensation spreads through your entire body, a sort of faint all-over pleasure suffusing you like warm sunshine washing over your skin, but the warm sunshine was also countless little hot naked fairies rubbing their hands all over you and whispering that you're the best thing in the universe and-\n\n"Hey. Hey, Gwyn."\n\nYou blink a few times, realizing someone's shaking your shoulder. Blinking and trying to focus, you stare up at Cal for a second before actually recognizing him. "What?" you ask a bit thickly, your voice muffled by the mask. \n\n"The treatment's done, the Catalyst is all gone," Cal says, pointing at the cylinder beside you. "Anything? Any changes?"\n\nYou blink a few more times, then can't help but giggle a bit. "I mean, it was fun, I've gotta say, but nah, man, I don't particularly feel like a superhero."\n\nCal sighs heavily. "I guess it didn't work." He perks up a little, then, as he adds, "Or maybe it just needs time to." His expression becomes a little wry as he looks at you. "Either way, looks like you had a lot more fun than I did. C'mon, I'll show you out."\n\nStill feeling a bit pleasantly foggy but much less so than before, you follow Cal back down the hall and to the elevator, both of you exiting. You wince in both surprise and shock at the gleam of sunlight in your eyes... wow, apparently the procedure actually took a long time, how long were you in that... really fun state? Except now you realize you're practically starving, so after bidding Cal good morning you hurry over to the cafeteria. Loading up heavily enough that even the otherwise jaded employees stare at your slender self carrying a couple of heaping plates to the table, you wolf down the food. Man, that... it a lot better. You head back to your dorm room and flop down on your bed, noting that Allen isn't around, but since he hasn't texted you or left a note, he's probably out eating as well.\n\nMan, though... you've never been one for being chemically altered, but you have to admit, that Catalyst stuff was a lot of fun. You lay there staring at the ceiling, thinking of that relaxed, all over, important feeling, and then let out a long sigh. You're a little surprised when your breath comes out as a stream of thick, dark grey fog, even heavier than if it was outside on a cold day. What the heck? But as the cloud drifts down over your face, you smell that same spicy-sweet scene from earlier, and the beginnings of warm, tingly pleasure rushing through your nose and throat as you inhale. Whoa! It's the same stuff! Continuing to focus on your memory of the sensation, you continue to exhale soft streams of grey smoke and then inhale it again, that warm, stroking, pleasurable feeling once again suffusing your body. This time, in your own room and comfortable on your own bed, you find it easy to give in to the natural impulse to fish out your stiff prick and start stroking it slowly, enjoying that mental feeling of hundreds of tiny worshipful hands and lips and tongues touching over your cock and balls as you pleasure yourself lightly.\n\nYou're only vaguely aware when some time later the door opens and Allen walks into the foggy room, visibly jolting back a little as he turns from closing the door and sees you laying half-naked in bed still stroking yourself, a load of cum smeared on your belly below your slightly pulled-up shirt. "Dude! Come <i>on</i>! If you're gonna do that at least put a sock or something on the door, and whatever you're smoking, you can't just... you can't... what <i>are</i> you even smoking, that smells... it's... wow..." His voice becomes slower and fainter the more he talks, until he finally just trails off, his green eyes glazed over and his cock visibly hard in his pants. He sniffs a few more times, seeming uncertain whether he's trying to identify whatever strain of whatever it is he thinks you're smoking or if he's actually, really trying to get more of a hit of it. Either way after a second he murmurs, "Ah, fuck it," and flops onto his own bed, the motions of his hands a little dreamy and oversmooth as he undoes his pants and pulls out his own stiff cock, starting to similarly stroke himself.\n\nYou just grin. Ha, yeah, that seems about right. Whatever the Catalyst did, it obviously gave you the ability to recreate its affects on you... and it works on others too, clearly. Hm... if you could do that, maybe you could do other, similar effects too? You wonder if you could...\n\n<hr>\n[[... make the two of you even hornier.|GasGwyn]]\n\n[[... make Allen obey you.|GasGwyn]]\n\n[[... expand your mind.|GasGwyn1x2]]

"'Kay, you two have fun, then," you reply with a grin, giving the two a wave.\n\n"C'mon, Candy, let's see if you bring me luck," Nyalter declares, snagging Candy's hand and pulling her along with another 'Wah!' and flash of panties. \n\n"Shall we go, then?" Atalanta asks, gesturing towards one of the stairways, which has a big-screen TV with text reading 'GRINDING THIS WAY!', an arrow, and an image of one of the Lizzies giving one of the other Lizzies a lapdance.\n\nAs the two of you make your way up the stairs, Atalanta holds a hand out to the side, golden sparkles drifting through the air and coalescing into a bow in her hand. "The first floor is usually a variety of skeletons," she notes. "They shouldn't be particularly difficult. They don't drop a lot of currency, but some people who get here very early prefer to farm by quantity. Believe in your own strength, and most of them should go down in a single hit."\n\n"Got it," you note. Let's see, you have the fans on your belt, which you take out. You can use these as thrown weapons too, right? Yeah, you recall that being Mai's ranged attack. But apparently you can just punch and kick the skeletons to take them down quickly, so no real need for these.\n\nYou look up and actually pay attention to the wide castle hallway as you hear a clinking, clattering noise from around the corner. You and Atalanta both ready yourselves... you just try to get ready and find yourself easily sliding into Mai Shiranui's typical 'idle and ready' stance, including bopping back and forth a bit to cause plenty of boobjiggling. The skeletons start marching around the corner and... aren't really very scary at all. They certainly do look fairly realistic, but they're completely clean and moving in such a melodramatic manner that they're not any scarier than the average animatronic you might buy at any Halloween decoration store. Moreover, they all seem to have Jack-O-Lantern heads! They're fairly idealized ones too... big leering grins, with the insides scraped smooth, and the light just seeming to emenate from within by a general glow rather than any hellish flame.\n\nAs you watch, the dozen or so skeletons line up... and then start dancing. A merry, spritely club-style dance for that matter, which is apparently to go with the [[rather popular song|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=73jRDoeWZlw]] that starts playing as if from hidden speakers, the bony creatures bopping around happily as if just glad to be at the party.\n\n<hr>\n[[Haha, this is hilarious!|BuddyOct20x5]]\n\n[[How funny! ... Time to die.|BuddyFHP1x1]]

"Pffft, okay, you got me, Atalanta, that's pretty funny," you admit as you straighten up, strolling towards the dancing skeletons clinking and clacking along to their goofy song to get a better look. "So what, actually we dance with them and then we get a little prize or is it just for fun?"\n\n"Wait!" Atalanta calls, rushing after you.\n\nBut she's not quite fast enough. Once you're within arm's reach, practically the entire group of skeletons turns and pounces on you, making you yelp in surprise as their bony fingers grab at your body, wrapping around you and closing as firmly as metal shackles. Practically before you know what's happening you're being hefted into the air into an overhead carry above the group, doing little but jiggling enticingly as you struggle, the promised extra strength and agility worthless now that the skeletons actually have their hands on you. Atlanta smashes through one with her bow and tries to jump to your aid, but in her concern for you she's failed to notice the soft grind of stone on stone, or more of the jack-o-lantern headed skeletons emerging from the hidden passage beyond. They pounce on her from behind much as they did on you from ahead, and the normally impassive catgirl gives a yelp as she too is hefted overhead, bony fingers latched around her arms and legs like manacles. Both captives secure, the skeletons turn and start marching back the way the first group came from.\n\n"W-what're they gonna do to us?!" you call to Atalanta.\n\n"I'm uncertain," she replies flatly, giving you a mildly annoyed look before letting out a huff of a sigh. She seems fairly calm again now that there's apparently nothing to be done about being captured. "Elisabeth likes to mix up what the monsters do every year."\n\n"But they won't kill us, will they?!"\n\n"They might." Both the answer and the nonchalant way Atalanta says it does indeed send shivers down your spine, before she adds, "But anyone who dies within Castle Cjeste will be resurrected at sunrise, the Owner made her institute that rule after a rather... intense... first year."\n\n"O-oh." You can't say you're exactly relaxed now to be carried along by a bunch of skeletons to who-knows-what fate, but you are comforted a little to know that whatever they do, it won't be permanent. You crane your neck to look at the torch-lit hallways, trying to figure out where they might be taking you, but the answer is apparently 'just deeper into the castle' since they stop unceremoniously in the middle of one of the hallways. Actually you're not entirely sure where you are now, it's a bit labyrinthine in here. The skeletons lower you and Atalanta into their midst, and you give another yelp as they suddenly start tearing off your clothes. "H-hey! What are they doing?! Are they gonna-?!"\n\n"Hm, possibly," Atlanta muses aloud even as her shirt is ripped open in front, her own much more modest breasts giving a jiggle of their own as they're bared. "I'm not entirely sure how, but I suppose it is possible that Elisabeth intends them to bone us."\n\n"Now's not the time for puns!" you blurt, thrashing around in the grip of the skeletons as you're rendered naked with only a matter of a few yanks and tugs from your captors.\n\n"It is either never the time for puns or always the time for puns, or possibly both at once."\n\nThat odd counter actually distracts you and makes you stare thoughtfully at her for a second. You almost don't notice the skeletons in front of the two of you parting, and a pair of them stepping forward holding something... specifically a pair of large jack-o-lanterns identical to the ones serving them as heads, though these have holes in the bottoms. "Eh? Hey, what's with that?" you demand as the skeleton lifts the jack-o-lantern high, then brings it down. You struggle a bit more as it slots the thing over your head, the hole a weirdly perfect fit in sliding over your cranium before it snugs firm around your neck.\n\nThen you grin. You grin wide and bright. The skeletons step back and release you and the now similarly pumpkin-headed Atalanta, both of you straightening up. Then you both raise your hands in perfect sync, both of you setting off down the hall in the same silly-macabre walk the skeletons had been using, which of course causes quite a bit of wobbling and bouncing in the fleshy bits they don't have.\n\n<hr>\n[[Perspective shift.|BuddyOct20x6]]

"C'mon, man, let's just go back to the party," Billy said with a sigh, reaching up to fiddle with his hat as he had been all night. "I'm telling you, you don't need that 'Two Extra Stars' thing Elisabeth put in the store, she and the Twintails of Evil probably just put it in there to mess with you when you found out what costume you'd been scheduled this year."\n\n"That's easy for you to say, you're not wearing a skirt," the redheaded teen next to the blonde of approximately the same age, scowling briefly over at him. He could tell just from the feel of it that his expression was utterly adorable, which just vexed him even more. "You get Old West Chic and I get a leather skirt, how is that fair?"\n\n"I'm pretty sure Astolfo proves that the skirt is just as much of a babe magnet as anything else when you look like that, dude."\n\n"Yeah well it's not Astolfo's <i>babe</i> magnet tendencies I'm worried about," Alexander huffed, before glancing at the end of the hallway. "I see shadows approaching, let's get ready." He drew the stylized gladius from his side and readied it.\n\n"Whatever, just remember that we agreed to get enough to do some ten-pulls on the gacha too," Billy answered as he drew his gun and spun the barrel, just for style points. "I'm hoping to pull a waifu for laifu this year."\n\nBoth of the men-costumed-as-youthful-Servants readied themselves as the bulbous-headed shadows drew closer and closer... then their jaws dropped at what actually rounded the corner. While both were moving with the familiar '2spoopy' gait of Lizzie's skeleton creations, instead of jangling bones there was jiggling flesh. Specifically it was a pair of naked women moving with the exaggerated, melodramatic gait the skeletons normally used. Though one was tall and with truly impressive tits, hips, and ass, the other was on the short and slender side, with a cat tail, both were identical above the shoulders. The same leering, magically lit pumpkins that usually adorned the skeletons topped their necks, with no sign of an actual head inside the hollow gourds.\n\nThe two made their way to the center of the hallway with that knee-flinging, hands-raised gait... then the music started. Both Billy and Alexander had seen the 'Spooky Scary Skeletons' routine before, it was one of Lizzie's favorites, but this time although the music and a few of the moves were the same, the impact was... rather different. For one thing when the big-boobed pumpkinhead dropped into a crouch with arms angled out and hands raised, the spread of her legs showed off her smooth bare pussy completely, and the side-to-side sway of her hips definitely lent the dance a beckoning edge, as did the swifting of her shoulders making her boobs wobble. The cat-tailed pumpkinhead seemed to be doing some other sort of dance entirely, her fingers laced together and palms pointed towards the floor as she shook her hips and pert ass quickly to the music, before swinging her arms up the opposite way to do the same; the lowered position pushed her tits together when framed by her arms, while the raised position showed off her own bare pussy and let her tits jiggle freely from the bop of her body. As the goofy song progressed, the big-titted pumpkinhead continued to do only slight variations on the old moves that nevertheless took on a stripper-like countenance with her lewd body, while the cattailed pumpkinhead put her hands on her hips and jutted her ass out, shaking it in time to the music with her tail shaking beckoningly.\n\nBoth boys watched with slack jaws and stiff cocks at the show being put on in front of them. To say this wasn't like Lizzie's previous first floor encounters was... a bit of an understatement. Of course that meant both were completely caught off guard when the pumpkinheaded women turned and pounced them both to the floor, the boys letting out rather different yelps as they were knocked to their backs. But before either could properly process having been tackled, the cattailed pumpkinhead had pulled open the fly of Billy's leather pants and mounted him cowgirl style, hands on his belly for balance, pert tits framed by her arms, while the big-boobed pumpkinhead had shoved up Alexander's much-lamented leather skirt to free his slender, stiff prick and stuffed her pussy over it. She was balanced on the balls of her feet, legs bent and hands resting on her knees, leaving her massive tits to bounce completely free as both pumpkinheads began pounding their hips down on their 'victims' in time with the pulsing refrain of the song still blaring from the hallway.\n\n"Nnnnh! Nng, fuck!" Alexander gasped out, reflexively clutching at the floor as he stared up with wide eyes, torn between staring at that smooth, puffy pussy slamming down around his cock, or at those bouncing melons, or the most bizarre sight above it all, that grinning, hollow jack-o-lantern head leering down at him. He glanced aside at Billy... who as usual seemed to be living in the moment, having gripped his pumpkinheaded girl by the hips and fucking up into her eagerly as her cat tail lashed behind her. 'Oh, fuck it,' the redhead thought, reaching up to grab hold of those lewd, jiggling boobs, squeezing and kneading them even as he looked right at the strange sight of those triangular eyes staring back at him along with the cutout nose and jagged-toothed hollow of a mouth. Whatever this... thing... was, it was absolutely shameless in fucking him to the pound of the music, slapping its pussy down over his prick in time to the beat as if it were doing nothing more than dancing along. The strangeness of it, the silliness of it, and the odd sensuality of it meant that he really didn't take long before letting out a loud gasp and shoving his hips up, emptying his balls into the pumpkinheaded slut above him. From the sound of Billy grunting beside him, the cattailed pumpkinhead was similarly getting a load in her cunt.\n\nMoving in sync again, both pumpkinheads stood up, jack-o-lantern faces raising and turning forward. Like robots realigning to their positions, they raised their hands, fingers curled, then began marching off down the hall with the goofy, knee-flinging gait from before, only now with cum dripping out of their bare pussies and dribbling down their inner thighs as they did.\n\n"... The hell was that?" Alexander murmured, putting a hand to his head as he looked down at his half-hard, cum-smeared cock jutting from beneath his pushed-up skirt.\n\n"I dunno, but I hope Lizzie keeps improving the parties like this," Billy replied dreamily, turning his head to watch the asses of the pumpkinhead monsters until they rounded a corner.\n\n<hr>\n[[Perspective shift.|BuddyOct20x7]]

"Hey! C'mon! Time to wake up!"\n\n"Bwuh?" You blink a few times, staring blearily up above you until the pink, peach, and black blob coalesces into something you can understand... ah, that's that 'Lizzie' girl, the host, standing above you... literally, a foot on either side of your waist. As opposed to the dress from last night, she's wearing lacy black lingerie, including a garter belt and stockings. Looking around, you see that you're laying in a rather large, elaborate, very antique-styled bed, and that two more of Lizzie are standing around, looking virtually identical except that one's in red lingerie and the other's in orange. You look down at yourself and see that you're still Mai'd, but a quick check with your hands would seem to indicate that your head's back to normal. "W-what happened to me?"\n\n"Kukuku, don't you remember?" Lizzie asks, putting her rather odd fingers to her lips as she smirks. "You got lured in and caught by my dancing skellies, and then spent the night as a wandering monster in my castle! Well, wandering slut is more like it! Kukuku!" This time when she giggles, the other two join in.\n\nYour face colors, and you squirm a bit in embarrassment beneath her. It's all sort of hazy and indistinct, but... you do definitely remember roaming naked through the halls for hours and hours, dancing shamelessly for anyone you came across and then fucking them if they had the appropriate equipment. "I... see. Um, what about Atalanta?"\n\n"Oh, once the sun rose and the curse wore off, I sent her home to the Owner. Since she's internalized a Servant Mystic Code she was perfectly fine, it wore you out a lot more."\n\nA glance at a nearby stone opening of a window does seem to indicate it's daylight out, though a bit on the wan and cloudy side. "W-wait, if it's morning, shouldn't my... Mystic Code wear off too?! Why am I still...?!" You look down at the massive tits still jutting from your chest.\n\n"Oh, I'm keeping you that way for the moment. This is the first time we've done the... ah, what'd we decide to call them, Caster Me?" Lizzie says, putting her hands on her hips and looking at the one in orange lingerie.\n\n"'Pum-Pum-Pum-Pumpkin Pump-Pump-Pump Monsterhead Actioooooon!'" the Lizzie in orange declares, doing a little twirl while thrusting a finger in the air.\n\nThe Lizzies in black and red lingerie stare at her for a moment, before the one above you looks back at you. "Anyway, it's the first year we've done the Pumpkin Slut Curse-"\n\n"HEY!"\n\n"-and I wanted to make sure it didn't interact weird with Mystic Codes that aren't internalized. And it dooooes look like it may have left a little thread of magic within you. Well, Caster Me can tweak the status effect before next year to get rid of it."\n\n"But... what about me?" you ask, frowning.\n\n"Oh, I'm preeeetty sure we could get rid of any lingering traces via Mana Transfer," Lizzie declares.\n\n"Mana Transfer?" you repeat uncomprehendingly.\n\n"Yeah," the black-clad Lizzie confirms.\n\n"Mana," red-pantied Lizzie picks up.\n\n"Transfer," the orange-stockinged Lizzie completes, before all of them raise their hands and give their fingers a suggestive wiggle, identical leers plastered on their face. \n\n... Oh. Blushing again, you clear your throat. "Just... to check, if I don't wanna do a... 'Mana Transfer' with you... n-not that I'm saying that I don't!" you hurry to add as all three of them get that looming 'And why wouldn't you?!' look on their face that promises an earful. "But, um, what would happen?"\n\nThe black-braed Lizzie shrugs. "Then you'll probably retain a little bit of a curse. It probably won't be <i>too</i> big of one, heck, it might never get activated at all, or fade away before the activation requirements are met." She huffs and folds her arms over her barely-there chest. "But i~f you absolutely had your fill of sex last night, I guess I can send you home and set your Mystic Code to undo once you get there."\n\nHm. So it sounds like you can either do lewd things with the Lizzie Triplets... or, more likely, have lewd things done to you by them... or you can just go home and take your chances with maybe being a tiny bit cursed.\n\n<hr>\n[[Mana Transfer.|BuddyFHP7x1]]\n\n[[Go home.|BuddyOct20x8]]

"I mean, it'd ease my mind if I knew that there was less chance of me getting stuck like this," you admit. "So if it's really okay to go with you to your party, Atalanta, I'd like that."\n\n"Certainly, I think you will enjoy it if you were expecting a 'wild party' in any event. My sister should be along-"\n\nEven as she's speaking, another catgirl emerges from the back of the shop. She really does look pretty much identical to Atalanta, albeit in a different color scheme. Her hair is silver with purple bits (currently mostly loose with a few braids and fewer hair decos), with green eyes behind a pair of squarish black-rimmed glasses. She's even dressed similarly with a collar, t-shirt, hooded jacket and jeans, her tail flicking through the air as she emerges. "Heeeey, sis, what's-"\n\n<img src="images/Nyalter.jpg">\n\n"Ohhhh, it's a customer who turned into a titty ninja and a cute nerd boy," the new arrival observes grandly, reaching up to adjust her glasses.\n\n"I've told you not to call the Bouncy Kunoichi costume a titty ninja, it's unprofessional," Atalanta scolds mildly, mouth curving in a light frown and ears briefly laying flat.\n\nYou give an amused glance at Cody, who's blushing over being called a 'cute nerd boy', while the other catgirl trots over and gives a little wave. "Hi, you can call me Nyalter, most people do, whassup, how can we help you so we can go?"\n\n"They'll be coming to the party with us, sister, if you don't mind bringing the Master currently in an unenchanted costume as your guest."\n\n"Uwohhh? No, that's fine. I was gonna bring 'Hime but at the last minute she went full hikki and won't leave her room. Nothing like a vampire with social anxiety, nyeh? Oh, but you're gonna get one of Owner's costumes, huh?" Nyalter grins broadly at Cody, which causes him to make a face that's some mingling of flushed and a little worried. "They're great, which one you gonna get?"\n\n"Ah, well... I told Buddy he, uh... I mean I told Mai that she could pick it out?" he asks, tossing you a sheepish glance that's a little apologetic and a little 'hey look it's just weird otherwise'. "So whatever she picks."\n\n<hr>\n[["Well then, how about... we match?"|BuddyFHP]]\n\n[["Let's let Nyalter pick instead."|BuddyOct20x2]]

Why not do Cody a solid? Well, sort of. You can tell he's pretty charmed by the cat twins, and Nyalter sort of seems to like him too, so hey. ... On the other hand you may be doing him less than a solid depending on Nyalter's tastes, but oh well, Halloween is the time for pranks too. "Nyalter, since Cody's going to be your guest, why don't you choose his costume instead?"\n\n"Uwohhhh?" Her green eyes flash at that, and Cody gets that mildly scaroused look on his face again. "Getting to decide what a cute boy will turn into before we go out for the night? That's my fetish!" she declares, raising her hands and wiggling her fingers in the air, before taking off into the rest of the store, zipping about at surprising speed.\n\n"Don't let your Madness Enhancement run away with you," Atalanta calls blandly, shaking her head.\n\n"It's fine I'll pay for anything Owner won't comp!" Nyalter calls back right before practically materializing in front of Cody again, piling his arms with her assembled items and bustling him towards the dressing room. "Here we go, here we go, one custom Nyalter-assembled costume, all ready and waiting, let's do this thing!"\n\n"Uhhhh... 'kay," Cody squeaks as he disappears into the dressing room. It's a quiet few moments of the faint sound of clothing shuffling about, before a rather higher, sweeter voice calls, "A-are you sure this is what you want me to wear?!"\n\n"It's too late now, it's already your costume," Atalanta points out. "So you may as well come out so we can depart."\n\n"O-okay. ... Here I come..."\n\n<img src="images/Codybus.jpg">\n\nYou can't help but stare a bit. For one thing, hell, those might be bigger than the ones you have right now! ... Ahem. Cody now has bright bubblegum pink hair, long in back and parted just above the bangs to drape around her face, with a pair of purple horns (white on the inner side, inlaid with silver designs on the outside) curving and pointing up from amidst it just above her pointed ears. Her outfit looks to be a fairly lewd variation on a maid's, with a main body cut to leave her shoulders as well as most of her back and the vast majority of her chest bare, which is convenient for the pair of little purple dragonlike wings jutting from between her shoulderblades. Her large chest is really only covered by what's more of a band of cloth with some frills around the edge than a proper blouse. A purple and pink devil tail emerges from beneath the short skirt, as well as rather luscious thighs with garters framing them and thigh-high stockings sheathing them, and a pair of purple-pink high heels. She settles into a pose that's somehow both embarrassed and yet show-offy, like she's trying to hide her assets and at the same time winds up pressing her tits together with her arms.\n\n"Th-this is pretty embarrassing," Cody admits in her newly sweet and lyrical voice.\n\n"That's what makes it so good," Nyalter declares, framing her chin with her fingers and looking satisfied, eyes giving another flash. "I'll call this one... Candy, the maid-succubus!"\n\n"E-eh?! I've got a name like Candy too?!"\n\n"Shall we depart?" Atalanta interjects before the little comedy playing out in front of you can go on too much longer. "If we don't get there fairly soon all the good gacha prizes will be gone."\n\n"Ooooo~! Ga-cha, ga-cha, ga-cha!" Nyalter sing-songs, grabbing one of Candy's hands and hauling her along, your friend-turned-succubus giving a 'Wah!' of surprise as she's yanked out the door with a brief flash of her white-pantied butt.\n\n"Hmmm." You raise a hand up to tap at your cheek, barely noticing as even that motion makes your boobs bounce. "... Did I do a bad thing?"\n\n"From your friend's perspective, maybe, but my sister is happy and more importantly distracted, so I approve," Atalanta assures you, giving you a thumbs-up. "Shall we?"\n\nSoon all of you are aboard Atalanta's van (which she solemnly informs you is called the "Argo" because of course it is) and driving towards the edge of town. Candy mostly sits in her seat squirming, while occasionally getting distracted and leaning over to check what Nyalter might be playing with on her phone. You're up front with Atalanta, and thus the first one to lean forward, boobs wobbling as you practically press your face against the window and point. "Uh, what the hell is that?"\n\n"Castle Cjeste."\n\n"Is it real?"\n\n"Yes, no, also no, and also yes," Atalanta answers as she turns the van onto the packed dirt road that winds through the forest and leads towards the large, dark, stereotypical medieval castle now looming out of the forest. "One of the Owner's other favorites is in charge of Halloween every year. She's been gifted with very strong Creation skills to enable this so she tends to get a little carried away," she adds as you drive beneath a banner hung between two trees reading 'LIZZIE IS THE BEST!' with a smirking pink-haired girl with horns (different ones than Candy's) poking out her tongue and winking to one side of the text. \n\n"Ah-huh."\n\nStill, once you pull up to the entrance, you have to admit that it sounds and looks an awful lot like a party inside, with flashing lights and pounding music and people cheering and howling and obviously dancing about inside. The four of you make your way in with varying degrees of confidence, soon finding yourself in the massive main room beyond the entrance that seems to serve as both dance floor and primary mingling area. At the back and center there's a large stone balcony which seems to be serving as both DJ booth and main stage, and which features a trio of identical teenage girls with horns and tails and wearing different outfits, one in a witch's hat and dress working the DJ booth with one hand and holding a cartoonish pitchfork with the other, one in a cape and very small bikini who's dancing rather provocatively to the beat, and another in an elaborate black dress of her own that's apparently taken it upon herself to rock the mic.\n\n"WELCOOOOME TO THE BEST HOLIDAY OF THE YEAR BECAUSE IT'S MINE ALL MINE!" she calls, having hopped up to stand on the edge of the balcony and thereby flashing her blue and white striped panties to most of the party. "THIS IS HALLOWEEN, 100% BROUGHT TO YOU BY THE BEST DRAGON, BEST SERVANT, BEST WAIFU, AND OVERALL BEST GIRL, ELISABETH BATHORY! WE'VE MERCILESSLY SLAUGHTERED AND STOLEN ALL THE BEST STUFF FROM OTHER HOLIDAYS FOR THIS! WE'VE GOT GACHA, WE'VE GOT MISSIONS, WE'VE GOT A STORE, WE'VE GOT A RIDICULOUS NUMBER OF HOT PEOPLE DRINKING AND TAKING ELICIT SUBSTANCES IN A CASTLE LIT MOSTLY BY FIRES! SO GET FULL, GET SWEATY, AND GET DANCING, 'CAUSE AS MY GIRL MARIE SAYS, LET THEM EAT MEEEEEEE~!" she calls, turning backwards and then toppling over, dropping towards the crowd... with a rather loud <i>thud</i> as she disappears amongst the people standing near the balcony. A moment later she springs back into view, dragon wings stretched from her back as she yells, "<b>YOU ASSHOLES WERE SUPPOSED TO CATCH ME!</b>"\n\n"Uh... sounds like some party," you note, staring.\n\n"It generally is, yes," Atalanta agrees, somehow managing to raise her voice enough to be heard over the music without shouting. Wow, maybe she is an experienced party girl.\n\n"What's she mean, gacha and missions and store?"\n\n"'Gacha' means a random item draw lottery. Both it and the store take items dropped from the monsters in the upper level when they're defeated... after all, most of these people are wearing costumes that allow them to be combatants," she adds at your startled expression. "And both contain, besides more typical party prizes such as clothing and party favors, magical items of power and significance. Missions are things you can accomplish by doing certain things at the party."\n\n"And they pay out 'fun money' too?"\n\n"Gold bullion." At your eyes bugging, Atalanta shrugs. "As I said, the Owner has given her considerable leeway for this party. Now, as your inviter, it is obvious that I should at least remain in your vicinity until and unless you indicate you would rather mingle separately. So, what would you like to do?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Earn some party currency.|BuddyOct20x3]]\n\n[[Earn some actual currency.|BuddyFHP3x1]]\n\n[[Get to drinking.|BuddyFHP4x1]]\n\n[[Go mingle on your own.|BuddyFHP]]\n\n[[Stick with Atalanta.|BuddyFHP]]\n\n[[Stick with your group.|BuddyFHP2x1]]

"Oh, hey, that's right, I'm a ninja right now, huh?" you muse aloud as you mull over your options. "Does that really mean that I have a bunch of martial arts skills and things?"\n\n"Yes, the Owner doesn't skimp. All costume Mystic Codes contain the full abilities of their basis, minus any Noble Phantasms not provided by accessories. Most people simply don't think to try and access them. Considering your Mystic Code, you should be capable of going up to the ninth combat floor, at least with my assistance."\n\n"That actually sounds pretty cool, I think I wanna try it." You look over at Candy and Nyalter. "How about you guys?"\n\n"Uhhh, I'm really not sure this costume has... much combat ability," Candy murmurs, squirming a bit in place (and making her boobs jiggle).\n\n"And I still have some currency saved up from last year I was gonna use in the gach-nya," Nyalter notes. "And probably only do any grinding if I completely bombed my pulls. I mean I <i>could</i>, but..."\n\nSounds like they aren't too enthusiastic about fighting monsters for funny money. Still, Nyalter sounds a little on the fence, and you bet if she joined Cody would come along. Should you push a little to get them to come, or let them be?\n\n<hr>\n[[Urge them to join.|BuddyFHP]]\n\n[[Let them go.|BuddyOct20x4]]

You are a teenage female. You are old enough to have developed a pretty good idea of the effect you have on men, while still carrying a somewhat childlike viewpoint and openmindedness. Your father probably lays awake at night worrying.\n\n<b>[[Amanda|SweetKidStart]]</b>: You're not a paragon of virtue and saintliness, but you are well-liked by most people that know you. You're mildly popular at school without trying to be, reliable enough to be trusted with tasks often given to adults, and trustworthy enough to be allowed to do things on your own.\n\n<b>[[Layla|MeanGirlStart]]</b>: You border on the stereotype of the manipulative bitchy teenager, and while you have people you call "friends", it's doubtful anyone really likes you much. But you know how to manipulate others and get what you want, and many fear to defy you.\n\n<b>[[Cyan|GirlGamerStart]]</b>: Though you generally prefer just "gamer", or, y'know, your name. You honestly don't like to make a big deal of it, you've got better things to do than be fawned over.\n\n<b>[[Samantha|SelfSufficientStart]]</b>: Your parents have always had a very "hands off" approach to raising you, letting you live your own life without much interference or, indeed, much interaction. You're pretty much allowed to do what you want.

"Now let's see here," you muse aloud, taking your time as you walk back and forth along the lines of raised girlbutts, eyeing them with a grin. The rest of the class is just sitting, watching, albeit with red faces and a fair bit of squirming. You let the three bent over the desk squirm a little too, just sort of enjoying the buildup, before stopping behind Danielle. "Now, the handbook says 'appropriate undergarments must be worn'... are these 'appropriate' for your look, Miss Kleine?"\n\n"H-huh, well I-" The punk-goth cuts herself off with a squeak as you reach out and hook your fingers into her panties, hauling them off and down, baring her pussy to the entire class. Though her eyes have gone wide with shock, she nevertheless, seemingly out of reflex, steps out of them as you get them all the way to her feet, slipping them over her shoes and then tossing them on the desk in front of her. She's still staring at them in shock when you step up behind her, your fly unzipped and hard cock fished out, her lips parting in a loud gasp as you push inside her. You could feel her already slightly wet and warm to the touch, but the further you push in the more soaked she gets... probably her body reacting to the 'Dark Authority'. You want to fuck her, so her body is obediently obliging and making itself easy to fuck. She also starts letting out some particularly sweet moans as you grip her hips and start thrusting lightly, taking your time, enjoying the sight of the other two next to her with wide eyes and trembling bodies, the rest of the class staring in rapt attention as you fuck one of their classmates right in front of them.\n\n"From now on, Danielle, I expect to see you wearing tiny, show-offy little black panties that show what a slut you are, to go with the rest of your look, is that understood?" you inform her evenly, using that authoritative voice to drive the command into her brain the same way you're driving your prick into her sodden little teenage pussy, delivering a good firm smack on the ass to go with it for extra Daddy points.\n\n"Nnh-nnh-nnh y-yessir," she moans out, her hips starting to shake instinctively to meet your thrusts, her eyes rolling just a little. "S-slutty panties, I'll wear slutty panties like a good little slut, yessir!"\n\n"Mm, you'd better, because I'm gonna check every!" Thrust. "Single!" Thrust. "Day!" And with the third thrust you let yourself cum, creampieing the little goth-punk who trembles and makes a low whimpery sound in her throat as her pussy trembles and squeezes around you.\n\nYou pull out of her and step aside, letting the rest of the class get a look at the cum dripping from her slightly spread, just-fucked pussy, at the little twitches and shivers of her bare ass as the aftershocks pass through her. Of course you quickly move over to Patricia, not particularly surprised to see her pussy already glistening, a droplet of arousal running down her inner thigh even as you watch. Smirking, you give her ass a firm slap first thing, making her yip and lift her ass up a bit higher, before you slide on into her, your much easier entry speaking of someone who is at the least a bit of a masturbation addict.\n\n"As for you, Miss Nite, if you feel appropriate undergarments are 'none at all', then you need to shorten up that skirt to go with it," you inform her as you thrust smoothly into her eager cunt, running your hands over her fuller, rounder ass and giving it a squeeze here and there. "You need to be in danger of showing off this bare pussy and round ass every time you bend over, and I need to be able to see it from my desk at all times, is that understood?"\n\n"Aaahhhh, oh, yes sirrrr," she moans out, her eyes closed and lips parted, the faintly ecstatic look on her face speaking of someone who's having a longstanding fantasy fulfilled, the teenage girl smiling beautifically as a teacher bends her over his desk and fucks her in front of the entire class. "Yes sirrrr, I'll make sure you can see my pussy from now on, yes sirrrr!"\n\nYou don't make her wait that long to get a load of your cum either... ahhh, being an evil overlord or whatever is amazing, you're almost certain you can go as long and as many times as you want, especially if it's doing something wicked like this. You pull your cock out of Patricia, wiping it a few times on her lovely ass to smear the mixture of your jizz and her girlcum across it, then turn your attention to Jane.\n\nYou don't bother saying anything, you don't bother with the panty check excuse anymore. You just haul those green satin panties down, briefly enjoying the view of wetness stretching between the crotch of them and her pussylips before the strands break. Then you grip her hips and push into her, Jane whimpering in a mixture of humiliation and relief as you fill her up like you did the other two and start fucking her against the desk, not even making a pretense of it being about the uniform check, just fucking her because you can, because she's yours to fuck, and she knows it. Her moans gradually grow even sluttier than the other two's as you take a bit more time with it, pumping into her for longer, varying your thrusts, letting her feel long, slow drags of your cock in and out of her before shifting to quick pumps, emphasizing your strength as your hips slap against her ass. More than once you feel her pussy squeeze and shudder around you, her moans turning into little cries, before finally you empty your balls of a particularly big load into her, smirking all the while.\n\nYou pull out and give your cock a few strokes, sending the last few streamers of your load to land across her perky round ass, then pull her panties back up, the thick white cream that had begun leaking out of her pussy now starting to soak into the crotch of them, as well as making a few dark spots on her rear. "Alright, the three of you can return to your seats," you declare firmly and evenly, watching as the three straighten up and return to the class. "... Now! Geneva Key, Sheila Page, Jackie Mann! Your turns!"\n\nBefore the period is finished, the entire class of girls is sitting at their desks, your cum either soaking into their panties or leaking out of their bare pussies to dribble down their taints, tickling over their assholes before soaking into their skirts or pooling on the seats of the chairs. Sitting on your desk is a pile of panties that you deemed 'inappropriate' for whatever reason you felt like, often including orders on what their previous owner should wear from now on (usually "something slutty" or "nothing at all"). "Well, looks like the uniform check took up just about the entire period!" you declare cheerfully as you sit down behind your desk. "Your homework tonight is to spend at least two hours straight masturbating, making sure those naughty little holes between your legs are hot and ready for me if I feel like fucking them tomorrow. Understood?"\n\n"Yes, sir," the class of girls choruses back, their faces flushed and eyes slightly glazed, each one adrift in a slight haze of your combined authority and their orgasms.\n\n"Alright, then you can go ahead and leave a few minutes early. Everyone except Miss Shooter," you add as they all somewhat reluctantly put their things away, a few even shooting jealous looks at Jane as she stands up and moves around your desk to stand in front of you.\n\nOf course, it's perfectly clear to her why you asked her to step back, and once the door has closed behind the last of the other students she unhesitatingly kneels and leans in, starting to drag her tongue over your cock, worshipfully cleaning the other numerous girls you fucked after her off of it, even with a shamed, humiliated look on her face. Because if hentai has taught you anything, it's that give a magical girl a good thorough raping and a handful of orgasms, and despite her shame, she'll become completely addicted to her molester's dick. "There's a good girl," you assure her warmly, stroking her hair, mming a bit as she slides her mouth over your cock and starts bobbing her head, working more and more of it in, diligently working to get it down her throat even as she looks like she might die of embarrassment. You decide to be a good evil antagonist and help out, putting a hand on the back of her head and pushing her down, Jane giving a long muffled moan and squirming in front of you as her lips press to the root of your shaft, her throat bulging with the girth of it.\n\nYou spend a few moments holding her there and lightly working your hips, grinding your cock around inside her mouth and throat as she looks up at you, pleading for mercy and also for more abuse, the little hearts in her eyes practically visible. Then you pull her back up, grinning. "You're Magi-Cheer Green, right, Jane?"\n\n"Y-yes, sir," Jane pants, her eyes glazed, mouth open and tongue poked out a bit in eagerness to get back to orally worshiping you. \n\nWell good, glad to get that cleared up. She's obviously putty in your hands at this point. So now to...\n\n<hr>\n[[... have her narc on her friends.|DarkMike]]\n\n[[... knock her up.|DarkMike]]

Whatever she's doing seems an intensely private thing... maybe she's mourning a family member or this is an important personal ritual to her. Deciding that it's probably best to leave her to it, you turn around and walk away. As you're approaching where you came into the cemetery, you pause briefly as you could swear you hear something like the long whinny of a horse. You frown and look back... then shake your head. Clearly just your imagination. \n\nAfterwards, you decide not to bring up your midnight excursion to the others. It just... feels too weird to do so and yet not mention the girl you saw, and every time you do that you feel like you'd be stepping on something intensely private.\n\nAs the years go on, you think about the incident less and less, and often go quite a long time without remembering it at all. And then every so often you'll be driving by a graveyard or attending a funeral, and it will come to mind again. And as time passes, you continue to get that feeling that what you saw was something very private that must never be discussed...\n\n... but why do you feel more and more like it was something private to you as much as her?\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|BuddyOct17axEnd]]

-Update 1-\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie's mom can now suggest he go to [[Camp Cross|QOFam1x3]] after waking up as an incubus.\n* <b>Main:</b>: Jamie can [[mutter vaguely|QOSchool5x2]] after bumping into Gideon.\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can follow Kevin's suggestion that they go [[downtown|QOKevActivities]].\n-Update 2-\n* More of Jamie and Vex (from the "downtown" link above).\n* <b>Main</b>: Eric can now use the [[basic aphrodisiac|RanDeb1x7]] on Ranma.\n* <b>Main</b>: Jamie can now say he wants to be [[even girlier|QOBro2x6]] for Will.\n-Update 3-\n* <b>Main:</b> Space bounty hunter Cyan can now [[follow|GGMS2x3]] the craft identified as a Reeping One contact.\n-Update 4-\n* <b>Main:</b> Monk Cyan can now [[give in|GGMonk10x1]] to the lust caused by Aerienne's fireball.\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can now tell the incubus that for his wish, he wants to be [[like the incubus|QOInc1x9]].\n* <b>Main:</b> All options are now available when Jamie and Will are discussing [[Will's sexual prowess|QOBro2x1]].\n* <b>Main:</b> When playing with the magic book, Jamie can suggest the section on altering [[society|QOBook14x1]].

"Uncle Buddy, I think you should throw a <i>good</i> Halloween party this year!"\n\nYou blink and glance up from the book you were reading, looking at the pair of teenage girls in front of you. Ruka and Mikki had to go out of town on business, leaving Tara in your care, the slender young woman's blonde hair falling down to the level of her jaw, pale blue eyes serious as she looks at you. The speaker, Kara, has glittering hazel eyes and her mother's olive skin, and though she's a bit shorter she's a bit more developed in the chest. Evan and Kate scheduled their own vacation specifically in like with Ruka and Mikki's trip so that the girls could spend the time together... they are, to their understanding after all, half-sisters, with Evan being the 'donor' for Tara. You were more than happy to host the pair, making sure they get ferried to and from their school, making them dinner or taking them out to it, all that sort of thing.\n\n"What, my Halloween parties aren't usually good?" you ask with a bit of a frown, closing your book and setting it aside. \n\n"No, they are," Tara replies, frowning a little and nudging her half-sister with an elbow.\n\n"What we mean is, a party like the ones you <i>used</i> to throw," Kara adds with a broad grin, folding her arms. "Before we were born."\n\n"Uh-huh." Raising an eyebrow, you muse aloud, "And how exactly did you two find out about that sort of party?"\n\n"We pay attention. People talk... like, not specifics, but y'know." Kara shrugs a little. "I overheard someone say there's never any parties like that anymore, so I asked Mom and Dad what they meant. They just blushed and grinned a bunch and said it was a good party but you probably wouldn't have one like that again. And it's not like we're stupid and can't figure that out, y'know."\n\n"Our birthday <i>is</i> in late July," Tara adds dryly.\n\nYou do have to admit that it was a hell of a coincidence that the two pregnancies came to term on the same day just because they were conceived on the same day. Probably why the two of them sometimes act a bit more like twins than half-sisters. They certainly do look a fair bit alike, despite the... circumstances. Of course you have your own theory on that. Brushing that aside for a moment, you clear your throat. "I'm pretty sure all four of your parents would gang up to kill me and alibi each other if I threw that sort of party and let you attend, girls," you hedge.\n\n"They won't be back until November, though," Tara points out.\n\n"And we'll be in costume and wear masks, so no one will know it's us!" Kara adds enthusiastically. Then her smile turns wicked, and she exchanges a quick glance with Tara before looking back at you. "Tell you what, Uncle Buddy... why don't we prove to you that we're, ah... mature enough for that sort of party?"\n\n"Mhm. We'll prove it to you," Tara adds smoothly, as the two of them sink to their knees in front of you, hands starting to run up and down your thighs and over the bulge of your balls and steadily increasing pressure of your cock through your jeans.\n\nYou watch, caught somewhere between horror and intense arousal, and thoroughly unable to make yourself make them stop as the sisters lean in to rub their cheeks along your thighs and nuzzle at your crotch. And then they're working together to open the jeans up and tug them and your underwear down and away, giving soft, varied sounds of delight as it springs free. Whether this isn't their first time, or they've just been planning this awhile, there's no hesitation as they lean in and start sucking and licking at your balls, at your shaft, their heads moving up and down to deliver soft, sucking kisses and flicks of their tongues, several times rather shamelessly kissing each other around your prick and sucking one another's tongues despite being sisters.\n\nOf course, since you know the particular details surrounding Kara's conception, the possibility actually being half-sisters should be a long shot. And yet now, somehow this situation, seeing them from this angle, confirms the suspicion you've always had. Maybe it's the set of Kara's eyes as she looks up at your face, sliding her lips down over your shaft and starting to bob her head. Maybe it's the particular blue color of Tara's eyes as she too stares up at you, one of your balls in her mouth and her tongue working it, both of them simultaneously pleading to be allowed to attend a fuck-party and for your cum.\n\nBut as your daughters diligently suck your cock, you slowly feel an old, infernal smile curling your lips. Maybe... maybe Satan can come out to play again.\n\nJust for awhile.\n\n<b>Buddy's Hell-Party</b> end - <i>The next generation</i>

"Let's head to the store, maybe someone there can explain this, if we get them to believe it," you say with a huff.\n\n"That seems to make sense. Let's head back over to my place and I'll drive."\n\nYou squirm a little on the drive over, feeling nervous about prancing around outside of the house practically naked... and at the feel of the leather seats on your bare back and half-bare ass. You try to focus on the shop ahead as you and Cody make your way to the door, which jingles like before as you open it. At first you don't spot anyone, before the girl from before makes her way out from the back, albeit now dressed much more casually. Her hair is pulled back into a loose ponytail, her green bangs adorned with a number of decorations, a somewhat 'punk' black shirt featuring straps and an open zipper, an orange jacket, and jeans. She looks a little surprised to see you, tilting her head a little... she's still wearing the cat ears and tail, though again you've started to wonder about that.\n\n<img src="images/AtalantaCasual.jpg">\n\n"Oh, hello Master. I was just about to turn over the shop to someone else and go out for the night. But of course I'll remain long enough to help a returning customer I already attended to just yesterday."\n\n"Huh? Wait, Atalanta, you... recognize me?" you ask, stunned, pointing at your own face.\n\n"Yes, certainly. One of the skills the Owner has imbued me with allows me to recognize any customer no matter if they're affected by the magecraft of our costumes, it's a basic customer service skill we're very proud of here."\n\n"Magecraft? Wait, wait," Cody says, holding up his hands. "Are you saying you're... you're actually the Heroic Spirit Atalanta? That your Master uses magecraft to make these costumes, like in Fate?"\n\n"I am more specifically a human who has had their existence overwritten with a constructed copy of Atalanta's Saint Graph and thus inherited some of their features, including physical appearance," the catgirl replies evenly with a flick of the tail, while you stare uncomprehendingly and Cody's jaw drops. "Thus I am effectively Atalanta despite being a separate existence from that mythical individual as well."\n\n"... What?"\n\n"Er... she's saying someone used magic to make her into a catgirl that's based on a hero from Greek mythology, but she's not actually that catgirl based on a hero from greek mythology," Cody explains with a glance at you. "Which is, I guess, how all these costumes work?"\n\n"Correct, most of them are Mystic Codes containing pseudo-Saint Graphs."\n\n"Are you saying if Buddy removes the costume, he'll turn back into himself?"\n\nYou'd swear Atalanta gets the barest flicker of a frown on her face, tail giving a quick lash. "I really do wish more people would read the instruction sheets before donning the costumes, even the Owner wouldn't sell these without at least that much warning." Swearing you could hear a very faint 'I HEARD THAT!' shouted from somewhere in the back, you nevertheless keep your attention on Atalanta as she moves to retrieve something from under the counter, before walking back over and holding out a glossy slip of paper that... you admit you may have seen before in the box and not paid much attention to.\n\n<center><b>Before donning costume</b>\nplease be aware that it will alter your body\nfor full cosplay authenticity. This is high\nquality magecraft, brought to you in the name of\nthe best and most accurate cosplay. The spell will\nlast from the donning of the costume until\nsunrise, usually.\nTo avoid issues, please heed the following:\n* Avoid becoming separated too much from costume. Under no circumstances should costume be entirely lost, destroyed, or should other clothing be put on over it or instead of it.\n* Avoid overindulging in sexual intercourse. Too many orgasms may convince your body its new configuration is accurate.\n* Avoid mingling magics from other enchanted costumes or alteration spells. This can produce unexpected side effects.\n* Some costumes, especially the Full-Grade Accessorized costumes, may attract magical entities that fit with their dynamic. Please be aware and prepared.\n</center>\n"So, in the morning. As long as I don't put anything on over it or instead of it, lose the costume, or, uh..." You stare at the slip, cheeks coloring as you look up at Atalanta. "... What counts as 'overindulging'?"\n\n"How many times did you think you might orgasm tonight when you put the costume on?" she asks without missing a beat or changing expression.\n\nYou cough a bit, exchanging a glance with Cody before rubbing the back of your head. "I mean, I don't know, it was gonna be a sort of wild party, I know some of these girls, like maybe... three or four?" you say a bit sheepishly, Cody sighing quietly. You do tend to have better success with women than he does after all.\n\n"Then I'd say somewhere between six and eight times, as a rough estimate. Ten would most likely be a point of no return in any event." Atalanta glances at a clock on the wall and gives a very small huff, one ear flicking. "Nevertheless, you will be like that until at least sunrise, but in the interests of insuring customer satisfaction, I will certainly offer what help I can. Now, perhaps you would like to simply continue on to your own prior plans?" She looks over at Cody, eyeing him up and down. "Perhaps your friend would prefer a complimentary costume to yours, however?"\n\n"Er, you mean-"\n\n"Yes, of course. The Owner would no doubt approve a substantial discount in the name of creating a matched pair of authentic costumes as well as customer satisfaction." She pauses, tail flicking back and forth, before adding, "Or perhaps you would like to join myself and my sister at the party we will be attending? It will be made up primarily of the Owner's best and most regular customers, and the Owner has graciously provided a venue where the normal rules are suspended for the duration."\n\n"Wait, you mean-"\n\n"Yes, you may act as you like within, and will turn back when you leave, provided it is after sunrise, even should your costume go missing... after all it will be in a place the Owner has control over, and will likely make its way back to her, you can come reclaim it from the store later in that event. You will also be able to enjoy yourself to the fullest without worry. Typically someone must be a repeat customer for several years before being invited, but that is more of a guideline than a rule and my sister and I are each allowed a 'plus one'. I am willing to make you mine and my sister can bring the other Master along."\n\nA little flummoxed, you glance at Cody, who stares back at you before finally shrugging. "I don't know, it <i>seems</i> okay. Weird and fantastic, but okay. I'll follow your lead... and I have to admit, dude, I'm kind of excited about trying out one of these Mystic Code costumes. I'll even let you pick mine out so that you're comfy with how we match, if that's what you want."\n\nWell. Put like that, you guess he has a point. You've come this far and found out that this is... okay, not even close to normal, but apparently pretty safe within normal parameters. So going home and huddling in your bedroom seems like it would be a lame waste at this point. So... may as well pick out a costume for Cody and go to-\n\n<hr>\n[[-your friends' party.|BuddyOct19x2]]\n\n[[-Atalanta's party.|BuddyOct20x1]]

"Let's just grab a costume then and go to the party we were going to," you decide. "We won't impinge on you any more than we have to, Atalanta, thanks for explaining everything."\n\n"Thoughtful customers are an employee's cool drink of water, Master. In that case I will note that the Owner has just today finished restocking several costumes that have a relation to the one you're wearing, please follow me." You follow her back to the counter, where she quickly sets out a trio of boxes with pictures of their apparent characters. "Simply pick one out, and I'll open an account for you that you can pay later, to speed up checkout."\n\nYou look over the boxes, doing your best to think quick. Now let's see, a good match would be-\n\n<hr>\n[["Side-Character Brother."|BuddyOct]]\n\n[["Ruler of the Nightclub."|BuddyOct]]\n\n[["Bouncy Kunoichi (P2)."|BuddyOct]]

"Oh yes, you've been so wonderful, Nyancy, helping me become the Queen of Halloween, that I think you deserve a treat! Actually, maybe more than one," you add with that multivoiced giggle, the lights in your pumpkin fluttering through numerous colors. "Becaaaause... I think I wanna give you one big, fat treat right off the bat!"\n\n"W-wait!" Nancy tries to call, only for the words to cut off as you stuff your cock into her mouth, the green head pushing in. You moan happily, leaning forward over her as you push more and more of it in, your dick barely hard but still thick enough and solid enough to keep her lips apart and start pushing into her throat.\n\n"Ahhhh yeah, it feels really good to treat someone," you coo, putting both hands on her head and starting to thrust your hips. You float your head away from your collar to get a better view, directing your headless body to keep up the good work, your cock gradually hardening and pushing deeper into Nancy's mouth as she struggles, the obscene bulge in her throat growing larger and longer with every pump. "This must be the spirit of Halloween, huh?!" you add with another cackling giggle.\n\n"Mmmm, still, it is a treat," you add in a purr, floating your head downward. You have the vines yank her bare legs further apart and float right up between them, nuzzling your lack of a nose right up against her pussy for a moment, before extending a long, bumpy, rubbery tongue from your carved mouth and starting to lap at her folds, flicking and teasing at it. Nancy's squirming and thrashing in her bonds increases, the sound of her protests and cries around your cock changing pitch, becoming both more desperate and more humiliated.\n\nYou tilt your head upwards, looking up her body and giggling, especially as it gives you a great view of your own furry balls swinging and plapping firmly against her chin. "C'moooon, Nyancy, enjoy your treat! You know you wanna!" you tease, before going back to teasing her pussy, sticking more and more and more of that long, rubbery, bumpy, slick orange tongue out and working it over her folds, teasing the tip against her asshole and making her hips buck, creepy-giggling all the while.\n\nAnd soon she does begin enjoying her treat whether she wants to or not, her pussy dripping across your tongue. You coo up at her mockingly, then thrust your tongue up into her, making her give a loud, if thoroughly muffled, yowl around your cock stretching out her throat. Your body begins moving faster, pumping your cock into her harder and really fucking her face, your body's tits bouncing and making the piercings sway, and Nancy's tits bouncing too, which you of course have a perfect view of! You start tongue-fucking her pussy nice and deep for several long moments, before pulling your tongue free, and instead thrusting it into her ass, her hips bucking and twisting in a mixture of instinctively trying to get away and instinctively trying to fuck herself on it, her overwhelmed brain clearly at odds between the fear in her mind and the lust you've stirred in her body. You start alternating between literally tongue-fucking her pussy and her ass, her purple eyes rolling as she quivers from a mixture of that and being facefucked.\n\n"Mmmn! Mmmnnf! MMMMF!" Nancy finally calls desperately, her hips bucking and twisting as you yank your tongue out of her pussy only for it to squirt all over your glowing carved face, making you giggle wickedly again. Your body yanks its cock out of her mouth and gives itself a few quick strokes before starting to cum all over her face and in her open mouth, Nancy unthinkingly letting her tongue loll out to get it painted with the thick, gooey, creamy stuff. She blinks and, probably in shock, pulls her tongue in and swallows, then blushes brightly at realizing what she just did. Well, you wanted it to be a treat, after all, so made sure that your cum was sugar-goo! (Similar to the stuff in chocolate eggs. ... Well, little out of season, but candy is candy.)\n\nYou float your head back up to its semi-proper place above your collar, straightening up and giggling again as you stroke your cock, smearing some more sugar-goo over Nancy's lips as she squirms in frightened humiliation, her pussy still dripping on the floor. "There we go, a nice little treat to start the evening," you coo. "Now, for the next treat...!"\n\n<hr>\n[["I'll help you feel really free!"|BudQOH4x2]]\n\n[["I'll get rid of that troublesome shame of yours!"|BudQOH]]\n\n[["Let's give you a real treat of a body!"|BudQOH]]\n\n[["More fuckin'!"|BudQOH5x1]]

"You just still seem really tense, Nyancy!" you declare, Nancy letting out a yelp as the vines start hauling her around again, this time pulling her onto all fours and making her lift herself up to full extension of her arms and thighs, ass in the air. "But don't worry, I have the purrrrfect way to help you feel more free!"\n\n"Wha-" She starts to say as you snap your fingers. Pieces of some of the higher-end wooden decorations in front of her start disassembling themselves and flying over, reassembling into legs, then a pair of flat boards that enclose her neck with a loud <i>clack</i>, before starting to form up into two tall bars above the legs. Her eyes widen as she begins to realize, and she manages to twist her neck in place and get a sight of it as the angled, wickedly sharp blade appears below the cross-bar that locks into place at the top. "No! No, <i>please</i>!"\n\n"Hmmmm?" you ask in confusion, putting a fingertip to your carved lower lip, your head tilting a bit at the touch. "But Nyancy, I purromise that you'll feel soooooo much better without a head! It's honestly so <i>stuffy</i> having it attached to your neck, you'll feel really good and relaxed without it!"\n\n"N-no, no please, don't! I, I need my head!" Nancy pleads, thrashing against the vines and the miniature guillotine restraining her neck.\n\n"Hmmmm... sounds like bullshit to me," you declare, lifting your hands in a shrug. "But if you're soooo set on claiming you need your head, tell you what, Nyancy, I'll make you a deal!"\n\n"Yes! Yes, please, anything! Anything!" she blurts, (probably) unconsciously wiggling her ass at you in promise of the things she'd be willing to do to keep her head.\n\n"Alright, Nyancy, if you wanna keep your head, alllll you have to do," you coo as you settle down behind her, and then slowly stuff your fat cock into her sodden, quivering snatch. "Is not cum."\n\nYou let your tongue loll out of your carved mouth again as you start thrusting, pumping into Nancy's cunt in quick, firm strokes, keeping up a nice steady pace. Nancy of course immediately yowls some form of protest, but can't seem to get her thoughts together enough to actually make any words. Instead she's just left bucking and twisting in her bonds as you fuck her, your furry hips slapping against her round rear as your tails lash.\n\nYou let out more scintillating giggles and laughs, feeling even more and more amused as Nancy struggles, both physically and mentally, with all her might. Her body's struggles seem to be fading though as she concentrates on holding herself back, despite the fact that she's steadily soaking your balls with every thrust. Just for fun you have the vines release her wrists, and she immediately flings them up to grip the sides of the little guillotine. Whether she meant to try and force it open somehow originally, by the time she actually gets ahold of it she's too focused again on holding back her orgasm and instead starts gripping it for all she's worth, holding onto the death device as if it were a lifeline.\n\n"Oooo, Nyancy~, doesn't it feel so goo~d?" you coo at her amidst your echoing multi-voiced laughter, feeling her hips buck and twitch involuntarily back towards you with ever more enthusiasm, her body as desperate to cum as her mind is desperate not to. "C'moooon, I promise it will feel sooooo nice, both to cum <i>and</i> to have your head chopped off! You'll love them <i>both</i>, I swear!" you add with another gleeful cackle, giving her ass a squeeze and pushing her briefly against the wood of the guillotine before resuming fucking her in fast, hard strokes.\n\n"Nnh! Nnh! Nnh! Nnh!" Nancy grunts, her jaw clenching until it looks like her teeth might break as she fights to not enjoy you raping her. But her pussy is quivering more and more around you, even her previously stimulated asshole winking at you, her body starting to move in sluttier and sluttier bucks and twists against both your thrusts and the guillotine's grip on her neck.\n\nUntil finally she lets out a positively piggish squeal of pleasure, her eyes rolling up and her tongue lolling out, a truly idiotic smile curling her lips. Instantly there's a <i>klik</i> and the short, rushing drop of the blade followed by a <i>chnk</i>. Nancy's head drops to the floor even as her decapitated body continues bucking back, fucking itself against you and squirting like mad. The head hits with a thunk and short bounce before rolling a bit, coming to stop resting on one cheek, showing you that brainless moron expression of pleasure frozen on its face, eyes rolled up completely and still smiling and lolling its tongue out. The body gives one last unsteady thrust back against you before the arms go slack and the headless upper half drops to the floor, pussy giving one more little quiver before it too stills. You groan deeply and with numerous voices before pulling out and stroking yourself the last bit of the way, spattering creamy sugar goo cum all over that absolutely soaked slack slit and upturned ass.\n\n"Awwww, see?" you coo as you get to your feet, walking over and picking up Nancy's head, bringing it in to kiss it on the nose. "You look so <i>happy</i> now! Despite all that resistance, it was just like I said, you loved it!"\n\n<hr>\n[["And soon you'll be thanking me!"|BudQOH4x3]]\n\n[["Welp, moving on."|BudQOH]]

"Remember to give me lots of words of praise, huh?" you coo to the head as one of the pumpkins you sent out into the shop earlier comes shuffling back with something held in its vines. "Oh thank you dear," you say, tucking Nancy's head under one arm to reach down and pat the pumpkin, then accepting the item and walking over to Nancy's body.\n\nYou set Nancy's head down atop the guillotine for a moment, then bring the little choker with its silver bat-shaped clasp up in front of your carved mouth, breathing out a stream of glowing orange vapor. The bat's eyes (or where they'd be if it had any) glow briefly, before you reach down and fasten the choker around the truncated end of Nancy's neck.\n\nA moment later the body twitches, and shudders, and then rolls over, flopping onto its back. Its skin starts to fade to a pale, stylized corpse gray even as the curling lines of a glowing orange tattoo appear just above its crotch, an evilly smirking jack-o-lantern at its center as viney, curling 'wings' spread out from it. As the change of color completes, the body slowly staggers up to its feet, swaying for a moment and briefly showing off the smooth shadow at the top of its neck inside the bracer before it steadies.\n\nGiggling happily, you pick up Nancy's head, which has taken on the same gray complexion despite still being fixed in a fucked silly expression, and bring it face-to-face with you. "... Boo!"\n\n"GAHA!" Nancy's head shrieks, feeling like it tries to jump in your hands as the expression immediately turns to one of shock. Her pale, now almost white purple eyes flick back and forth, panic showing on her expression. "I... what happened?!"\n\n"You lost your head, sweetie! Both orgasmically and literally," you reply with a giggle, turning her around so that she can look at her body. Her expression blanches, and she stares with horror as her gray-skinned, decapitated form raises its arms to tuck its hands behind its neck, and give a jaunty little hip-waggle to show off its new glowing tattoo. "Ah look, without your brain holding it back, your body's muuuuch more honest about enjoying itself now!"\n\n"N-no! No, this isn't possible! This isn't possibYEEEEK!" she squeals, clenching her teeth and rolling her eyes a bit again as her body cups one of its breasts and begins playing with it, tucking its other hand between its legs to start fondling its clit. "W-why does it feel so <i>good</i>?!" she wails as her lips tremble and her eyelids flutter.\n\n"It's like I said, Nyancy, without your brain attached holding it back, your body is sooooo much more free to feel good!" you giggle, leaning over and snaking out your tongue to slather it across the other dark gray nipple, Nancy's head giving another cry in your hand. "It has absolutely no instinctive or reflexive impulses to restrain its pleasure! And of course yoooou feel everything! It's sooooo much nicer, isn't it?!"\n\n"B-but this is sooooo wrong!" Nancy whimpers, her tongue already starting to poke out a bit just from her body playing with itself.\n\n"Sounds like somebody needs some more convincing! Here, hold this," you tell her body, which raises its hands to accept its head with due solemnity, hugging it close like a plush toy and cuddling it against its bare breasts, Nancy's head giving an 'mmf!' of protest. You step over behind the headless animated body, brushing a hand up and down its back affectionately before giving it a gentle push forward. "Present yourself for Mommy, sweetheart! Therrrre you go," you purr as Nancy's body obligingly bends over and then spreads her legs wider, balancing with surprising perfection for something without a head. "Now, make sure your other half has a perfect view!"\n\n"Wha?!" Nancy's head blurts, before her gray cheeks actually flush very faintly pink as her body turns her in its hands and swings her down low, holding her between its thighs facing up. Which means Nancy has a perfect, unobstructed view as you push into her body's pussy and stretch her open again. "O-oh god!" she moans out in unwanted pleasure, looking like she'd shudder if she had any neck muscles to do it with.\n\n"Isn't it a fuuuun view?" you coo, floating your own head down to be near hers so that you can enjoy much the same view of your ass moving and your balls swaying as you start fucking the decapitated, animated corpse. Nancy's body is, of course, completely silent, simply holding itself obligingly in place for you, while her head moans and twists and makes all sorts of fun expressions, her eyes rolling and lips trembling and tongue jutting. "Doesn't it feel soooooo free and good?"\n\n"Oh god oh fuck oh god oh fuck oh god oh fuck," Nancy's disembodied head whimpers, lips parted as if breathing hard despite not breathing at all. "It feels so good, it feels so good, it's never felt this good before!"\n\n"But it will feel this good all the time now, Nyancy," you assure her sweetly, floating your head closer to look at her face to face, briefly obscuring her view of her own pussy getting fucked to fill her vision with your smiling, glowing, carved face. "Forever and forever and forever! Or at least as long as Halloween night lasts!"\n\n"What..." Nancy's pale eyes are a bit glazed now, the pleasure having suffused her brain to the point that she's finding it easier to speak but harder to think. "What happens... when Halloween night ends?"\n\n"Welllll, it's just Halloween magic reanimating you, Nyancy! So if that goes away at sunrise," you say, bopping your own head over and causing a loud <i>klunk</i> sound despite hitting nothing but air, briefly making your facelights go dark, before relighting them with a little flicker and bobbing upright and back and forth merrily. "Buuuut... what if we made Halloween night last foreverrrrr?"\n\n"Oh... oh... oh fuck, feel this good forever," Nancy whimpers as you float out of the way again, once more giving her a clear view of your body's cock plunging into her body's pussy, the mingled sex juices dripping down onto her face. "Feel this good forever, feel this good forever, feel this good foreverrrr!" she wails, her expression once more turning into one of mindless pleasure as her body cums, splattering her face with a mixture of her juices and yours.\n\nAfter a few moments you have your body pull your cock out of hers. Her body lifts its head upward and, after only the merest hesitation, the head opens its mouth and juts out its tongue, starting to willingly suckle and slurp at your prick. Floating your head back to above your collar, you take her head from her body and gently thrust your cock into her mouth as she looks up at you worshipfully, her body pressing against your side to lovingly squeeze your ass and play with your nipple piercings.\n\nEventually you slide the head back, and Nyancy licks her lips briefly before asking, "So now what, my Queen?"\n\n<hr>\n[["You hold down the fort while I'm out."|BudQOH]]\n\n[["Let's go, lots of treats to give out!"|BudQOH]]

You have to admit, the high stakes do sort of make it sound fun... plus you also have to admit, you wouldn't mind pinning her down and fucking those tits and painting that smug face with a load of cum. You keep all of that off of your face though as you shrug. "Sure, why not, sounds fun."\n\n"Good! I call, then," Cara declares, shoving the rest of her money into the pot. "Someone wins all of this, and a day's absolute obedience from the other person."\n\nYou nod, glancing down at your cards, and the river. By the rules of Soviet Hold 'Em, the last person to bet is the first to show their cards, with calling not counting. That means that you have to decide which of the cards in your hand to play to make up a hand with the cards in the river. It looks like you actually have two hands you could make... a slightly weak flush with an eight high, or a full house. Obviously the full house is the better hand, and you can't keep a bit of a glitter out of your eyes at the thought of Cara's jaw dropping when she sees it, and the realization that you're going to get to spend all night and all day making her do whatever you want, as well as walking away with her money. The feeling of properly decimating her would really add a nice touch to the whole thing.\n\nAnd yet part of you feels a certain... trepidation. She did just say she loved to take down someone who was King Hot Shit... maybe that was the universe, as well as her, warning you not to get too full of yourself. ... But it's still the higher hand, right? Better to play? ... Hm...\n\n<hr>\n[[Play the full house.|GwynLiam]]\n\n[[Play the flush.|GwynLiam4x6]]

Probably best to not go poking about, no matter what Liam says. After giving it a slightly dubious look, knowing what likely goes on on it, you sit down on the side of the bed and do your best to patiently wait for Liam's return.\n\nIt doesn't take that long, maybe twenty minutes or so of you just sitting and waiting. Eventually Liam breezes back in, seeming cheerful, and grins even wider at you as he slips out of his shoes. "Wow, did you really just sit down and wait for me, even after I gave you the go-ahead to snoop around and play with stuff?"\n\n"Uh... I mean, I guess, I felt kind of awkward about actually doing that," you admit, frowning a little.\n\n"Heheh, you really aren't a very active sort, are you, Gwyn?" Liam says teasingly, making you blush. Then your eyes widen as he walks over to you and snags your shirt, starting to lift it up. "Like to let other people take the lead, don't you?"\n\n"H-huh?! Hey, what are you doing?!" you protest, even as you find yourself reflexively raising your arms to let him pull the shirt off, not entirely sure why you're doing it.\n\n"I'm undressing you," he answers simply, his grin having turned rather wolfish "And then I'm gonna fuck you. Again," he adds with a bit of a giggle as his hands start undoing your pants.\n\n"H-hey, no, that's, that's not why I came!" you yelp, grabbing his upper arms, but somehow you find that your grip is rather weak, not actually stopping him as he unbuttons and unzips your jeans and then gives them a yank down, your half-hard cock spilling free, wobbling around as you squirm, somehow winding up doing nothing but helping him get your jeans down your legs and pulling them, as well as your shoes and socks, off.\n\n"Please, you've wanted someone to come along and put you in your place for awhile," Liam says, still with that same easy cheer, as he stands up and quickly undoes and pushes down his own jeans, revealing a very cute pair of pink satin panties covering a very large bulge. He snags you by the upper arm and pulls you forward off the bed, urging you down to your knees in front of him. "It's why you just passively went along with Maria, why you went with my suggestion, and why you let me fuck you," he adds in a reasonable tone.\n\n"N-no... no, that's not true," you almost breathe, your eyes widening again as he pulls the front of his panties aside and his cock springs free. 'It looks... bigger than last night,' you think, stunned, even as he puts a hand on your head and starts slowly, gently guiding you forward. "No, I'm not, I'm not, I don't want to mmmf, mmmn, mmm," you groan, continuing to try and protest even as you start sucking and licking at his cock obediently, your tongue working around the head as it slides between your lips.\n\n"Sssshhhh, don't worry, baby, it'll be fine," Liam coos, barely even moving his hand and hips, mostly letting you do the work of getting his cock deeper and deeper into your mouth, your tongue continuing to move over it practically worshipfully. "I'll fuck all of those straight thoughts out of you and you'll feel muuuuch better."\n\n'No, I don't want that,' you try to insist in your head, even as you push his cock down your throat of your own will, your own cock throbbingly hard and dribbling a bit of pre down the underside of the shaft. Your hands are clutching the sides of Liam's thighs, but less like trying to push him away and more like holding on so he can't take his cock away from you. You look up at him pleadingly, though you're becoming less certain of what you're pleading for by the moment as you slide his big, pretty cock down your throat again and again.\n\n"Mmm, so cute." Liam grins, stroking his fingers through your hair affectionately even as he says, "You're going to be such an adorable little cock-hungry slut, Gwyn."\n\nYou try so hard to deny that you want that, that it makes you happy, except that even as he says it your cock gives a twitch and your ass a little squeeze, as if telling you just how much you actually want him inside you again. Almost as if reading your mind, he urges you back and then up, turning you and half-tossing you down on the bed before quickly clambering up behind you.\n\n"Mmmm, let's see... yeah, face down, ass up for you," he coos, giggling a bit as he lifts your hips. Slapping his cock gently against your buttocks a few times, he adds, "Ready for me to fuck the straight out of you, cute stuff?"\n\n"I... I..." you whimper, actually unable to get the denial out this time. Either way, what you were going to say next dissolves into a loud, slutty moan as he pushes his spit-lubed cock into you again, once more spreading you open and sliding inside, his cock big and hot and throbbing inside you, your own cock twitching and dribbling pre onto the comforter below.\n\nLiam giggles happily again, his hands running over your hips and ass and waist, caressing you as if you really were a sleek, pretty girl as he pushes his cock deeper and deeper into you, already starting to set up a slow, steady set of strokes of his hips. And more than just the physical pleasure, it's like you really can feel every stroke destroying more of your ideas of being straight, of wanting to be masculine. Your hips start moving on their own, fucking you back against Liam's cock, your own bouncing and swaying beneath you, your moans turning more shameless by the moment and starting to settle into a more blatantly feminine register. "Fuck me," you gasp out without realizing you were going to say anything. "Please, fuck the straight out of me!"\n\n"Mmm, that what you want, huh?" Liam giggles again as he leans forward, that pretty pink shirt he's still wearing brushing against your bare back as he moves to whisper right in your ear. You gasp loudly as he wraps a hand around your stiff prick, starting to stroke it lightly even as he pumps his own hard cock into your ass relentlessly. "You want me to fuck all the rest of that straightness out of you, you sweet little slut?"\n\n"Yeeesss," you groan eagerly, shuddering underneath him.\n\n"What do you want, huh?" Liam urges, starting to fuck you just a little harder and faster now, making you cry out happily as his balls slap gently against yours. "Tell me what you want!"\n\n<hr>\n[["I want to be a gayboy cock addict!"|GwynLiam]]\n\n[["I want to be a slutty femboy!"|GwynLiam]]\n\n[["I want to be like you!"|GwynLiam]]

-Update 1-\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can now try to figure out [[MeistroComp Mobile|QONile4x1]] on his own.\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can now refuse to go on a [[Pokemon journey|QOPokeStart]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can now be a derp and [[just free Vex from the start|QOVex1x3]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Buddy can now [[cancel dinner|BudBless1x2]] to focus his attention on Dana.\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric has a [[new device|RanDeb2x1]] to use on female Ranma in the sim.\n-Update 2-\n* After freeing Vex and choosing power, Jamie can now wonder if he'll become more like her.\n* <b>Main:</b> Mallory can [[respond as he sees appropriate|QOInc11x1]] to Sandra calling him a dweeb.\n* <b>Main:</b> Gwyn can now [[accept|Gwyn2x1]] Marius's offer of help with Maria.\n* <b>Main:</b> Britney can now [[go with Jenna|WBrit1x4]] on her expedition after becoming a weretiger.\n* <b>Main:</b> The [[My Little Dollmaker|RanDeb2x2]] in the Ranma sim has been altered a bit and expanded.\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can admit he's [[still curious|QOGid2x2]] after experimenting with Gideon.\n-Update 3-\n* <b>Main:</b> Cypher can [[kill the Raptarran|BadCypher9x2]] after it's injured by the local wildlife.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can ask her uncle [[what kind of arrangement|GGUncle1x1]] would get her a car. She can also ask about the free one.\n-Update 4-\n* Continuing Cypher going down the red hallway.\n* <b>Main:</b> Upon arriving at their "subversive" camping spot, Jamie and Gideon can [[make camp|QOGid1x4]].\n-Update 5- \n* <b>Main:</b> After killing the bandits attacking him, male fighter Eric can decide to [[raid the dragon hoard|EricMF2x1]].\n-Update 6-\n* <b>Main:</b> When going to the magic shop with Hazel, Eric can now just [[look with his eyes|RunFF5x1]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can select the [[Lemon-Lime Lion|QOHPT6x1]] six-pack when being a Testing Agent.

"Yeah, sure, lemme get changed," you note, getting up.\n\nYou really only change your shirt, into a new one you spotted the other day that you thought looked good... a black button-up formal shirt, which you leave the top few buttons of undone and flare the collar just a bit (without going full "popped"). Feeling like you might have vaguely sort-of achieved something like cool, you and Allen head off to the party that night.\n\nThe moment you arrive, you're drawn to the old, ivy-overgrown building where a fair bit of traffic seems to be going in and out of... it's like you can hear the sound of dollar bills hitting the tables from here! You make a beeline inside, finding it set up somewhat haphazardly like a real casino... there's a number of tables around, and it looks like someone actually managed to get ahold of a fair few (older) tables specially made for blackjack, poker, and even a roulette wheel. The tables very nearest the door are using chips handed out by a bored-looking student sitting at a little table right by the door, but everything past that rather perfunctory buffer seems to be using real money. You can feel your pulse quickening at the sight of the money laying in piles, being shuffled about, stacked up again and dealt out into the pot. Damn, it's almost enough to make you hard!\n\nLuckily before you came you withdrew a sizeable amount from your newly flush accounts to get in on the action. While you were never a terrific gambler before, you seem to have discovered a fresh acumen for it as you make the rounds of the tables... maybe it's all the studying of numbers helping you with probabilities, or maybe you've just come into your own, because you are cleaning up. In the first ninety minutes you've almost doubled the amount you came with, and by three hours in you have to make a brief visit back to your dorm room to safely tuck away some of the cash before returning. When you do, you're greeted at the door by a cute girl in a ponytail who beams at you.\n\n"Excuse me! You've been invited to a more private... and high stakes... game!"\n\nOho. You like this... well, assuming it's not just a plan to jump you and take your money. 'Let 'em try,' you find yourself thinking, perhaps a little full of yourself after all that winning, but you still don't think it's too likely since she's just leading you upstairs. One of the rooms is mildly smokey, and the poker table at the center is edged with more typical 'poker player' drinks like glasses of whiskey than the more typically college-ish libations downstairs. Various of the players look older too, probably not even students, but at least one looks like she's only a year or two older than you, sitting across the table looking at you smugly as you approach.\n\n<img src="images/Cara.png">\n\n"Huhu, so this is the guy that was cleaning everyone out downstairs, huh?" She declares. Her hair is dark and a bit fluffy, cut around the level of her jawline, and her blue eyes have an almost feline set to them. She's obviously dressed for distraction, though not too terribly so... her loose t-shirt drapes off of one shoulder, showing off the string strap of her bra and drawing the eye either down to her large breasts or up to the ribbon choker around her neck. "I'd wonder if you were some sort of hustler, coming in from out of nowhere like that, but apparently you didn't actually try to fool anyone. You've either got the biggest case of beginner's luck ever, or you're just a talented newbie."\n\nYou give a shrug as you move to sit down at the empty chair at the table, waving the ponytailed girl off when she asks if you want anything to drink. "Either way, you must think I'm worth bringing up," you note. "I guess this is your game?"\n\n"Well your money's invited for sure, huhuhu," she answers, a round of chuckles going around the rest of the table. "But yeah, my game. I'm Cara. They call me Cash Queen Cara... but some nights they also call me Card Queen Cara!" she declares.\n\nYou give her a rather dubious look. "Do they really?"\n\nInstantly her own expression goes flat. "Look, it doesn't matter what they call me." Means 'no'. "The fact of the matter is that this is a real high-stakes game, if you don't want to get cleaned out of your savings, you better drop out now."\n\nYou shrug, glancing at what's already in the pot before tossing in the obvious ante. "Alright, what's the game?"\n\n"Soviet Hold 'Em." At your obvious questioning look, Cara smirks. "It's a sharing-based little variant of my own design. They say in poker, you don't just play the cards, you play the other players. Well, in this case that's literally true... you don't just blend cards from the river to make your final hand, you can play cards from the last person to show their hand before you <i>and</i> the river. As long as you use at least two of your own cards, you're free to mix and match. Keeps anyone from being too comfortable with what they've got if they're not paying attention to what the other players might have."\n\n"Interesting. Alright, let's play."\n\nThe ponytailed girl is also apparently the dealer, as she moves to shuffle a deck and dispense cards to everyone. You quickly find the experience both intense and exhilerating... like downstairs, you find your brain racing to protect your money and to acquire more, honing in more and more on what the odds are of what the other players have by what's shown in the river, and by their body language, the way their eyes move, how they suddenly start feeling like ordering drinks. But bit by bit stacks of cash are whittled down, other players leaving either having left their all on the table or snatching up the last few hundreds they have left and slumping out the door. Finally it's down to just you and Cara, you eyeing her calmly across the table, her still looking rather like a smug cat. "Still plenty of time to drop out," she declares brightly. "Fold now and alllll that money in the pot is yours! That's more than enough to pay off your entire degree and maybe a good portion of a decent condo after you graduate, not something to sniff at!"\n\n"I guess your encouragement has nothing to do with the fact that you don't have enough money on your side to call?" you note dryly, quirking an eyebrow.\n\nHer smirk falters briefly, before she pushes it back into place, though her eyes are narrowed in annoyance now. "Yeah, fine, maybe I don't." Then the smirk slips into something even more sly. "Well how about we get a little... stereotypical... then?"\n\n"What, like calling each other cheats and pulling six-shooters?" you ask with a chuckle.\n\n"Different kind of stereotype. Let's make this all-in interesting! Whoever wins takes the pot... and also has to be the other person's slave for a day, and do whateeeever they say," she coos, leaning forward a bit and giving her shoulders a shake enticingly... before her smirk takes on a leering edge as she adds, "I know a good few well-hung studs I'd love to see you take it in the ass from, baby, it'd be so hot. Especially since a couple of them were guys you cleaned out at the table tonight."\n\nYou can't help but flush a little at that, both in embarrassment and anger, but you force your expression to stay even despite your pinkening ears. "Made this sort of bet before, huh?"\n\n"There's nothing quite like watching some King Hot Shit stare in astonishment at the cards on the table as it slowly sinks in that he's going to be getting a fat cock in his ass in about ten minutes," Cara purrs, and from the glitter in your eyes you don't think she's just using an intimidation tactic. "So what'll it be, Gwynny? Risk it all, including your hot little hole, for a chance to take it all home and me too?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yup, risk it all.|GwynLiam4x5]]\n\n[[Actually, you're only interested in what's in her pants.|GwynLiam]]

<i>That</i> actually seems to give her pause in a way that being asked to strip and display her nipples didn't, a slightly flustered look coming to her face. "C-... cleaning?"\n\n"It'll make a great photoset," you assure her, snapping another picture.\n\nThat does seem to convince her, and with only a bit of a sigh she turns and bends to pick up her discarded clothes, fat tits hanging down and swaying and her bare ass shaking towards you as she does. Of course the fact that you take pictures of that only seems to encourage her, and especially as you start giving her orders. It definitely seems to help if you get up and move around, keeping it as if the whole thing was a photoshoot, your ordering her around to pick up the scattered artifacts and put them away in the crate, to get out the vacuum and do the carpets, even do the dishes all obeyed more and more easily as you get into the flow of framing it like it's all about taking the pictures. In fact Hannah even starts giving that winning smile again and posing enthusiastically as she cleans, making it look like she's having the time of her life playing naked maid for you.\n\nBy the end of it you're tempted to see if she'd also cook you a meal wearing nothing but an apron, but you remind yourself that the camera can't give someone a skill they don't have and that Hannah's hopeless in the kitchen. Instead you lower the camera and say, "Great shoot, you were a fantastic model."\n\nHannah beams brightly at that. "Oh, thanks! Oh, are we done?" she adds, sounding a bit disappointed.\n\n"Yeah. Ah, I'll let you know if I need you for more photos later," you note, hoping that appeases her. "You can get dressed now."\n\nHannah nods, having indeed perked up a little at the promise, and proceeds to casually put her clothes back on in front of you, apparently still under the influence of the photoshoot and treating it as completely normal. Not seeming to think anything's strange about the last few hours in the slightest, she slumps off towards her room, already staring at her phone again.\n\nYou stare a bit after her, then down at the camera. ... Well. That's... that's definitely a thing. In a bit of a daze, you gather up the camera box and all its contents, as well as your laptop, and head back to your room.\n\nA bit more searching finds the cable you were originally looking for... normal USB plug on one end, the weird custom model on the other... and plug the camera into your laptop. It shows up as an external hard drive, and you notice there are a fair few folders, but you quickly navigate to the one with today's date. Double-clicking it, you open it to find all the pictures you took of Hannah. Still a little in shock you start navigating through them... the handful of entirely innocent ones at the start, then the ones of her stripping, and then all the photos of her obediently and cheerfully cleaning the apartment. You stare at them as you click through, amazed anew at watching Hannah not only shamelessly parade around the apartment nude, but doing housework as if she were happy to do it, like the subject of any 'good little wifey' porn pictorial.\n\nIn fact, while it had all been going on, you'd been effectively distracted from your lust by focusing on giving her the orders, keeping it sounding like a photoshoot, and the sheer amazement that it was all actually working. But now, as you find a particularly good shot of her on all fours in the kitchen scrubbing the tile (specifically, a stain she left months ago when she dropped a popsicle and then just walked off and left it), it hits you all at once. Without sparing a second you lean back in your chair, unzipping your pants and fishing out your rock-hard prick, starting to pump it furiously as you stare at the picture you took. The longer you look at it and the more pleasure you send surging through your cock as you stroke it, the better it looks. You caught her from just the right angle that her ass is shown off perfectly, lifted up into the air and practically inviting someone to come up behind her and breed her like a bitch in heat. You also caught her tits hanging down mid-sway, at just the perfect angle to imply motion even though it's a still photo, but also best showing off the size and shape of them. And every line of her body radiates enthusiasm for her task, making your scruffy mooch of a fujo roommate look like a good little slutty house servant.\n\nYou let out a groan as you cum all over your hand, shuddering a bit at the intensity of your orgasm. Even as you slump and sort of stew in the afterglow of it, you realize that there's no going back... you're definitely hooked on this power and the lewd potential of it.\n\nOnce you've calmed down (and cleaned up a bit, changing into some comfier clothes as well), you look through the other folders on the camera. You're not surprised that a lot of them are much like the ones you just took, pretty girls starting out dressed either normally or fancy, some of them obviously having shown up dressed with the full intention of glamorous photo shoots... though most of them wind up getting fucked good and hard, either by the person holding the camera, or by what you suspect were third parties brought in just for that. Some of them are pretty explicit... and there's at least one you see that's of a very famous, very attractive actress. Doing even more extreme things than in the other photos, wow.\n\nShe looks visibly younger than she does the last time you saw her in a movie though... well, that makes sense, the last folder is dated over ten years ago. You guess that was when Great Uncle Archie probably acquired the camera by some means... you're <i>fairly</i> sure it's not him in any of the photos, though you guess you can't be entirely certain. (Still, for your own peace of mind as to how hot you found some of the other photosets, you're going to choose to believe it was the guy who wrote the journal instead.) Still, between the photo evidence on the camera, and your own experience with Hannah, it's undeniable that the camera does what the journal claims it does. With that in mind, you ponder your next move as you transfer the files to a secure USB stick (the camera's hard drive is impressively, almost suspiciously large for being at least a decade old and fitting inside an old camera case, but better safe than sorry). You're thinking that right now your best option is to-\n\n<hr>\n[[-switch to a photography major.|Austin]]\n\n[[-open a photo studio.|Austin]]\n\n[[-blackmail the actress.|Austin]]

"Smile!" you declare mostly on impulse, lifting the camera. Honestly, it's more of a 'I'm holding a camera and there is another person here' reflex than any desire to test it.\n\nStill, you're rather shocked when rather than spluttering, shrinking, or giving an awkward grin, Hannah actually gives you a rather winning smile that looks natural and brings out some of the cuteness that her overall disheveled apperance usually distracts from. Without thinking your finger presses the button, and with a soft <i>click</i> the image of her on the screen shrinks down to the little folder icon at the corner.\n\n"Huh, neat camera," Hannah comments, apparently not finding anything unusual about having briefly given you a cover model quality smile as she peers at it. "Very retro."\n\n"Yeah, I guess," you say slowly. "Hey, strike a pose for me, would you?" you request, lifting the camera back up in front of your face again.\n\n"Sure, okay," she says with a light shrug, before putting a hand behind her head and one on her hip. The pose is much more awkward and less refined than the smile... you guess the camera can draw out natural ability but not grant it maybe?\n\nClicking another photo, you say, "Yeah, but take off your coat and do that pose."\n\n"'Kay." Hannah shrugs out of her coat and negligently drops it to the floor, before doing the same pose again, though this time managing it a bit better without her jacket in the way. You notice she seems to almost relax a little as you press the button again.\n\n"Alright, do one with both hands behind your head, like you're stretching your back," you say, not bothering to make it sound as much like a request. Usually Hannah's pretty fussy about anything that might sound like an order, and will immediately blow off whatever she's doing.\n\nBut after only the slightest of hesitation, she rests both hands behind her shaggy head and then gives a low 'mmmf' as she arches her back, lifting her rather impressive chest up and out towards you. "Like this?"\n\n"Yeah," you agree as you snap another few quick photos. You internally waffle for a few seconds over whether to actually push forward, but everything she's done so far could at least theoretically have been something she'd agree to anyway. If you're going to make <i>sure</i> the camera works, you've gotta ask for something she'd never do normally. "Let's get a few shots of you without the shirt and shorts," you suggest, snapping one more photo as you say it.\n\n"H'okay," Hannah agrees breezily. You try not to let your jaw go slack as she immediately snags the bottom of her baggy shirt and pulls it off, revealing the simple black sports bra underneath. Admittedly Hannah's behavior and annoyances as a roommate had largely dulled your senses to how amazing her body is, but you're certainly reminded as she peels her bike shorts down. Part of you had always wondered whether she bothered to wear anything under them, and apparently the answer is 'no', her round hips and full ass wiggling bare in the air as she leans down to work the shorts over her sneakers. She stands up, revealing a fairly thick brown bush, then puts both hands on her hips and strikes a bit of a 'superhero pose', lifting her head and looking away, apparently completely unashamed of being bottomless in front of you. (She's shameless in a lot of ways, but never <i>this</i> shameless.) "How 'bout this?"\n\n"Uh, great, great," you stammer, quickly taking a few photos, which seems to please her. Caught up in the moment, you say, "Lose the bra, too, then kind of hug yourself and do pouty lips."\n\n"'Kay," she answers, immediately moving to lift the sports bra, her large tits spilling out and revealing plump areola with tucked-in nubs of nipples. She hugs her arms under her bared breasts and kind of turns a little, looking towards the camera and pouting her lips out. "Like dis?"\n\n"Yeah, that's good," you say, taking another picture. "... Um... hey, can you make your nipples, like... stand out?"\n\n"Huh? Oh yeah," she says, though she does blush this time as she moves her fingers. Her motions turn more confident though as you snap the occasional photo, her fingers going to work rubbing and pressing on her areola, teasing them until the nubs of her nipples become erect enough to poke out fully, becoming almost little cones capping her breasts. "Heheh, sorry that they looked weird!"\n\n"No, it's fine," you say in a slightly lightheaded tone. "Ah, hey... while we're at it, let's get some pictures of you-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-sucking me off."|Austin]]\n\n[["-cleaning the house."|Austin10x3]]

You're kind of interested in this camera, just for what it might have on it. You are taking a photography class at college (you needed to fill out some credits), so there's that too. Getting out your laptop, you set it out, then begin looking the camera over for what sort of plug it might have. As you do, you notice that the digital screen on the back actually looks like it was added on after the fact. Huh, a conversion from an analog camera to digital? You weren't even aware that sort of thing could be done, let alone ever having seen one. After a minute you do manage to find what looks like some sort of plugin port, obviously also an after-market addon, although it doesn't look like any you've ever seen before. Hm... maybe it's in the case?\n\nYou start looking through the sections of the case, and in doing so find what looks like one of those little mini-journals. You open it up to find neat lettering that you're pretty sure isn't Great Uncle Archie's handwriting... this must have been something he found, or belonged to someone else he knew. You'd have expected it to be just some sort of adventure journal, but it actually seems to be all about the camera. Which is weird enough that normally you wouldn't give it much attention and go back to what you were doing, but you've already started and it's a bit... interesting.\n\nBecause the camera's previous owner seems to think it was some sort of magic artifact that had been passed down repeatedly and remade into other things... apparently his search was able to trace it back to having originally been an old pinhole camera in the nineteenth century, but that over the years people kept rebuilding essential pieces of it into other types of cameras, culminating in the writer managing to convert it to digital and even capable of making videos. And why do such a thing?\n\nBecause according to the writer, people who have their picture taken with the camera will obey the orders of the one taking their picture with it. Which sounds absolutely ridiculous, but the writer not only seems really dedicated to the bit, the little journal documents a fair bit of his 'testing' and claiming that it worked.\n\n'It seems to work best if you start with basic things normal for taking pictures,' one section explains. '"Smile", "lift your chin", things like that. But the more pictures you take and the more commands they obey, the easier they obey any command at all.'\n\nWhat, seriously? But the pages do, in brief, cover the claims of having done so several times. To that end, the writer adds a number of tips for using the camera:\n\n1. Start off slow with at least a few normal commands\n2. If you ask them to do something ongoing, make sure to take a picture occasionally (setting it on video mode works but actually taking stills every so often anyway works better)\n3. If you ease them into it, people will enjoy following commands for taking photos, and think absolutely nothing of it\n3a. They'll still obey just about anything after one or two pictures, but they may resist, complain, or visibly not enjoy it\n4. People will think their decision to follow the photographer's instructions was their own, whether they're embarrassed or not\n5. If you give them about a month of not bringing it up, they'll forget all about the photo session entirely\n6. You should wait about a week between photo sessions with any one person; apparently the euphoria of following commands given under the camera's influence can be addictive\n7. That said, doing regular sessions means that someone will become more malleable to the photographer's commands even outside of photo sessions\n\nIt's... all really implausible. And yet the book is undeniably hand-written and there's definitely just an intense feel of sincerity to it. You power up the camera thoughtfully, and it starts up, batteries apparently charged... no logo screen or anything to indicate a manufacturer, the screen just starts showing the same view as through the analog viewfinder, with buttons along the bottom allowing for various options.\n\nYou hop a little in place at the sound of the door slamming, then reflexively give the entryway a bit of a dirty look as your roommate shuffles in... you've asked her repeatedly not to slam the door but, as always, she gets distracted and does it anyway. Hannah has past-the-shoulders, somewhat unkempt brown hair with bits of the ends still a faded, slightly forlorn blue (from back when the school year started when it was short and completely dyed), wearing a sort of odd black hooded jersey jacket with what's kind of like a built-in yellow-lined cape (probably in copy of some weird obscure anime she likes) over a somewhat threadbare white shirt (slumped off one shoulder to show the black strap of her bra) and black bike shorts along with sneakers (no socks). You watch as she shuffles to a part of the room and seems to randomly come to a stop, eyes a bit glazed as they never leave her phone. You know perfectly well that left to her own devices she might just stand there for an hour scrolling, so clear your throat. Loudly. Several times. Eventually she seems to notice and look up, grinning sheepishly.\n\n<img src="images/Hannah.jpg">\n\n"Oh, hey Austin!" It takes her another second to notice the crate and all the stuff, some of which she had earlier navigated around without apparently seeing. "Huh, what's all this?"\n\n"Just a bunch of stuff my uncle left me," you explain with a shrug.\n\n"Oh riiiight your uncle. Like, condolences again. Wow, some of this looks expensive."\n\n"Yeah, I guess. Hey, Hannah..."\n\n<hr>\n[["... help me clean up."|Austin]]\n\n[["... smile!"|Austin10x2]]

Alright, and who have you signed your little criminal self on board with?\n\n[[Jerome Rightguy|YPJeromeStart]] - Better phone Jerome! A local attorney, Jerome is about as typical an ambulance-chaser sleazeball attorney as you could find. While he personally is smalltime, he has a <i>lot</i> of connection to bigger fish all throughout the tristate area. Working for him could be a great way to get noticed (hopefully in a good way) by someone a lot higher up the foodchain, while still providing a buffer to keep you from getting in over your head. Plus, y'know, automatic legal defense if you get caught, and despite the bargain store suits and minimall office, Jerome is <i>very</i> good at his job.\n\n[[Joanna Marone|YPMaroneStart]] - "Lady" Marone, as she's known to most. Very classy, very refined, and <i>very</i> powerful. She has a strict code of conduct she expects all of her people to follow... keep to it and she'll take care of you, break it and she'll show you the wrath that has allowed her to gain near-total and absolute control over the organized crime of the city of Windigo, despite the mafia not usually being the most equal opportunity organization.\n\n[[Sam "The Sneer" Caprione|YPCaprioneStart]] - Pure oldschool mobster. Ruthless, practical, and cruel. It's the easiest path to big money and big power, but if you get shot the most you can hope for is him taking vengeance for your death, and if you get nabbed by the cops he might kill you himself rather than trust you not to squeal. But there are few limits to what he allows, as long as he gets his cut. One of the last traditional mob bosses, he's headquartered in Aldritch City.\n\n[[Mr. X|YPApp1x1]] - Cheesy name, but it definitely fits the type... no one knows who he is or what his game really is. But they do know that working for him nets you a lot of cash and some really neat high-tech toys. There'd be a lot of uncertainty in working for him, but the rewards are big and it could be a lot of fun, too.

You tell Jerome you'll do the pickup of the robbers. Hey, a little road trip could be fun. You go through a bit of trouble to pick up the car (you've gotta burn the envelope that had the address written on it and the keys inside, you've gotta take a roundabout way out of town, bunch of other crap like that), but then it's just a bunch of highway travel.\n\nIt's a little after noon when you pass through the small town Jerome told you about and head for the mile marker where you're supposed to make the pickup. You hope these assholes aren't going to be annoying travel buddies on the way back, but then Jerome did hint that if their haul was good, you could make a five figure payday, which is pretty good for needing to drive for-\n\nYou slam on the brakes as you come up on a really day-ruining tablieu. There's one car overturned with a few bodies laying sprawled out next to it, unmoving... it matches the description of the getaway car Jerome said his clients would be driving. There's also a cop car in the road, with one cop frantically working over his downed buddy... the red spreading over the brown of the downed man's shirt showing that one of the robbers must have gotten a shot off before being put down himself.\n\nOh crap, this deal's gone south before you ever even got here.\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to take out the cops and save the payday.|YPZombieplaceholder]]\n\n[[Just take off.|YPZombieplaceholder]]\n\n[[Try to save the shot cop.|YPZombie1x2]]

Whatever that thing is, if it's an actual zombie or no, you decide you want a closed and <i>locked</i> door between it and you. You slam the door closed and hit the button to fasten the lock. A few moments later there's a slam against the door, making it shake. Frightened that the door might give or the lock might pop, you thud your shoulder against it and press hard, feeling the whole thing shudder as the monster on the other side slams against it again. Looking over the bed, you call, "Hey! Hey man, wake up!"\n\nThe cop doesn't move... you'd be surprised if he could hear you at all, considering he's probably still completely doped up. Still, you don't see a lot of other choice. "Hey asshole, wake the <i>fuck</i> up or we're both gonna fucking die!"\n\nShockingly, he actually does stir a bit, his eyes opening. Groggily, he sits up and tries to focus on you. "Wuh...?"\n\n"Dude, get the fuck up! We've gotta get outta here!"\n\n"Wha? Wha's happening?" he slurs, actually managing to stagger to his feet, wincing and pressing a hand over his bandages. He's leaner and a bit craggier than his buddy, not much of that jock bulk. Of course he also looks pretty frazzled and pale, considering. Still, you're actually a little impressed that he's already on his feet, maybe the gunshot wasn't that bad.\n\n"There's a zombie out there in the hall, man!" you answer, trying to dig your feet against the floor.\n\n"... Zombie?" he repeats dully, as if he'd never heard the word before.\n\n"Well fuck, I don't know, maybe it's just some old fucker with his chest spread open and no heartbeat who wants to eat our brains, maybe he's just <i>sick</i>, I don't fucking know!" you shout back, then regret your volume as the slamming begins on the door with renewed vigor.\n\nWhether he believes you or not, the power of whatever's pounding on the door apparently gets through to the groggy cop, his eyes both widening and coming more into focus. "Geez. We've gotta get out of here."\n\n"Tell me something I don't fucking know! You gotta uncuff me from the door, man!"\n\n"Uncuff you...?" That seems to confuse him again, though he does start looking around, quickly spotting a bin with his bloodied uniform in it. He hurries over and starts rummaging around... you hope looking for his keys.\n\n"Long fucking story, I'll tell you as soon as we're not gonna get our heads eaten!"\n\nHe comes up with a keyring and one of the biggest damn revolvers you've ever seen. He walks over to you, limping some, just in time for the zombie's latest slam on the door to pop the lock and knock both you and the door backwards, the old man staggering forward with arms raised, letting out a wheezing moan that's still somehow scarier than any animal roar you've ever heard. The cop staggers back, and there's only a moment's hesitation as he processes what he's seeing before he fires. The first shot almost knocks <i>him</i> down, the bullet striking the zombie's exposed heart and making it explode. The thing doesn't slow down at all other than a shudder and twitch from the bullet's impact, and starts forward again until the cop's second bullet blows a barn door in his head. Both the zombie and the cop hit the ground, the cop scuttling back a bit, both of you staring at the barely-bleeding corpse.\n\n"Jesus," he wheezes, the whole whites of his eyes showing. "Jesus."\n\n"Uncuff me, man," you rasp, rattling the handcuff chain a bit.\n\nHe clambers painfully to his feet and shuffles over, eyeing the hallway. He hands you the keyring with a mutter of which one is the right key, then keeps his gun trained on the doorway while you unlock the cuffs yourself. Then you slam the door closed again and hold it closed while he gingerly pulls his tattered, bloodstained uniform and gun belt.\n\n"You wanna tell me why you were cuffed to the doorknob?" he asks as he replaces the bullets he fired in the gun's cylinder.\n\n<hr>\n[[Make something up.|YPZombieplaceholder]]\n\n[[Fess up.|YPZombie1x4]]

You swear loudly. If any of those guys are still alive, Jerome will need them to avoid a murder rap... especially if anything connects them back to him, now that they're dead. In a remarkable show of enlightened self interest, you hit the gas again and pull up to the side of the cops, hitting the doorlocks. "Get him in the back! I'll take you to the hospital in town!"\n\nThe uninjured cop, some big-jawed pretty boy jock type, quickly yanks open the back door and carefully bundles his buddy inside, trying to make him comfortable using some of the clothing you brought for the robbers. He throws himself into the passenger seat and shouts, "Move!" at you, and you floor it as you wheel the car around and roar back towards the town, and the hospital you passed on your way through. Luckily there's not a lot of traffic around here so you don't have to dodge many cars as you haul ass up to the ER, both of you scrambling out of the idling car and carrying the shot officer inside. Doctors and nurses rush over with a gurney and let you transfer him to it, then quickly wheel him away.\n\nYou start to turn towards the other cop, wondering if he's going to start gushing thanks or if you can sneak out while he's still worried about the other guy. Instead you're surprised by his fist slamming into your face, knocking you roughly to the floor. You grunt and try to curl in on yourself protectively as he aims a kick at your side. "You little shit! I saw those loose clothes in your back seat! You were there for those assholes, weren't you? Little shit, fuck you!"\n\nYou receive several more kicks for your trouble, before the cop cuffs you to a nearby bar on the wall. "I'll take your ass to a cell where you can fucking rot, as soon as he gets out of surgery," he snarls before stalking off. You're left there slumped on the floor, your arm held above your head, doubling-down on every unkind thought you ever had about the police. Several nurses wander by and look at you in concern, then glance towards where the cop who beat you is pacing near the doors to the operating room, wincing before moving on and ignoring you.\n\nEventually the shot cop is wheeled out of surgery and into an elevator, and the one that you've sarcastically mentally dubbed 'Officer Friendly' comes over to uncuff you and haul you roughly to your feet, forcing you up a set of stairs ahead of him. He follows the doctors into a room, cuffing you to the inside door handle once they've left so he can go over and settle at the bedside. You glower and sulk as he hovers there being all 'dude' and 'bro' and crying manfully, occasionally glancing towards the hallway as you hear more and more sounds of furious activity and shouting. At one point some actual soldiers run by, making you frown and glance over. "... Hey."\n\n"Shut the fuck up," Officer Friendly snarls.\n\n"Hey, there's something fucking going on out there," you snap back. "Go check if you don't believe me."\n\nScowling, he stands and gives you a passing smack in your already aching face as he goes. He glares down the hallway, then looks at you. "I don't know what's up, but you better not try to pull any shit," he growls, before stomping out into the hall and towards the stairs, leaving you still handcuffed to the door handle. Great.\n\nIt seems to be taking a really long time, too. You fiddle with the handcuffs, trying to find a release or something, but no luck. You didn't bring your gun with you, either... though you're not sure that shooting your way free would be such a smart idea, with both Officer Friendly and apparently the army or something around. You're pulled from such thoughts as the lights overhead flicker, then dim until they're almost out. Frowning, you look up at them, then do your best to lean out into the hall to look.\n\nYour eyes widen as you see something shambling towards you in the dim hallway. It looks like an elderly man who'd been prepped for surgery... no, was in the <i>middle</i> of surgery! His chest is actually still spread open, with some clamps dangling from various bits of his internal organs. You can see his friggin' <i>heart</i>, man... and it's <b>not beating</b>!\n\nFighting the urge to scream, you look around quickly. You could slam the door and lock it, that should stop... well, it's a fucking zombie! But aren't zombies like super tough or something? Shit! Maybe you could swing the door over and hide between it and the wall... of course, it would probably eat the other guy, or at least his brains or something, but...\n\n<hr>\n[[Lock the door.|YPZombie1x3]]\n\n[[Hide behind the door.|YPZombieplaceholder]]

You glance down at the corpse of the zombie on the floor. Today is too weird for cover stories. "I was supposed to meet up with those bank robbers so they could switch cars and clothes," you confess, seeing his head shoot up and then jerk as he winces from the sudden movement. No doubt he has a bad fucking headache. "Man, I'm just a fucking errand boy, nobody was supposed to get fucking shot. When I saw they'd shot a cop I drove you and your partner to the hospital, he figured it out from the clothes in the backseat."\n\n"He alright?" the cop asks as he clicks the cylinder back into place.\n\nYou snort and tilt your head to indicate the now vivid bruise on your jaw. "Whatta you think?"\n\nThe cop frowns, then nods as he walks over. "Well, right now we've got more pressing matters than whatever you were doing. Now I appreciate that you tried to save my life, twice in fact, and I'm sorry my partner got carried away. But for right now we need to work together. Think you can do that...?"\n\n"Yeah, man, yeah, ain't no fuckin' around with zombies."\n\nHe looks a bit blank at the use of the word again, then shakes his head. "I'm the Sheriff here. My name's Dick."\n\n"Funny, would've figured the other guy for a Dick," you mutter, then say aloud, "I'm Dan."\n\n"Alright, Dan." He holds his revolver at the ready. "Open the door, then, we're going to find my family."\n\nYou'd really rather be heading for, like, an army base or something, but telling the guy with the huge pistol that he shouldn't try to save his family just seems like a bad idea. The two of you make your way down the hallway and into the stairwell, where the lights actually go out on you completely. You have to stumble through the darkness until you get back to the hospital's ER area. Here there's a bit of dim light filtering in from the fading sun outside. It looks like the place has recently been evacuated... either that or there was a <i>big</i> tussle.\n\nAs the two of you make your way to the door, a nurse with half her face missing lurches out of an operating room, giving a gurgling hiss and grabbing at you with fingers that look like they've been almost gnawed clean of flesh. You yelp and throw yourself to the side, and Dick quickly puts a bullet in her head, dropping her to the ground. He grabs your shoulder and helps you up, though he winces again. You glance around and spot a bottle laying on the counter.\n\n"Pills here!"\n\nHe gives you a funny look as you pass the bottle over, but quickly reads the label before gulping down a few of them. Moving a bit better almost immediately, he leads the way out through the doors. It looks like most of the cars have gone from the parking lot, though a few that are crumpled and fender-bent are left in place. There are a couple of soldiers laying face-down on the ramp leading down to where your car is still parked, and Dick moves over. He starts to check their throats for a pulse, then winces and pulls his hands back when he notices that neither of them have throats anymore. He hurries down towards the car, while you stoop to snag one of the soldier's pistols from its holster.\n\nDick whirls around at the sound of two quick reports, his eyes widening at the sight of a lot more blood and splatter all over the sidewalk. "What the <i>fuck</i>!"\n\n"Dude, they were killed by zombies! You gotta shoot corpses in the head or they come the fuck back!" you shout back, yanking free a few more clips from the soldier's belt and shoving them in your pockets.\n\nDick scowls at you, but apparently doesn't feel up to arguing with you over shooting some corpses right now. Similarly, you don't feel up to arguing with his desire to drive, despite him being doped to the gills. All the same to you right now, frankly. He speeds down the streets, which are mostly deserted, though you see some people walking around... well, staggering might be a better word. He pulls right up onto the lawn in front of a house, both of you tearing up the steps as he bursts through the door.\n\n(TBC)

"W-wait, sir, please!" you beg, conveniently still on your knees, wincing a little when his eyes narrow. "I... please, sir, you know I'm not on birth control or anything because-"\n\n"Sounds like a personal problem," he says with breezy dismissiveness.\n\nThat makes you swallow hard, the sensation reminding you of how recently you had his fat prick in your throat, and how wet your pussy is from that. "Please, s-sir, I'll... I'll suck you off all night!" you promise. "I'll do a better job, I promise, please let me suck your cock all night instead, please!"\n\nAfter a moment he sighs and rolls his eyes. "Fine." Without another word, he turns and walks into your living room, leaving you to scuttle after him. He flops onto the couch as if he owned it, draping his arms over the back of it. "But you damn well better do a good job. Get my pants off."\n\n"Yessir. Thank you, sir," you murmur, quickly kneeling in front of him again and reaching forward to tug at his pants. He deigns to lift himself up enough to let you get them over his toned ass, revealing his heavy balls as you pull the pants down over them and get them to his boots. While you're untying those and getting them off, he also generously removes his jacket himself, leaving him in just that tight, sleeveless black shirt on his muscular chest. You finish hauling his pants off, then immediately lean in to press your mouth to his balls, leaving more smears of crimson from your lipstick as you tongue and suck at them, trying your best to make sure he's pleased with his decision and doesn't decide to fuck you and knock you up anyway.\n\nYou lean in to press your lips to the side of his pole and run them up and down along with the stroke of your tongue, on one of the upward licks sliding up to take the head in and swirl your tongue around a few times, before sliding your lips down the other side, doing your best to please him. Kristov, meanwhile... reaches over to grab the remote, turning on the TV and starting to channel surf, as if what you were doing weren't worth the entirety of his attention. Growing even more desperate to prove yourself, as well as discovering a tiny bit of pride, you slide your mouth over his prick and deepthroat him in one stroke this time, cock sliding into your already stretched throat much more easily. You bob your head a few times, once again coating his length in churned-up spit, before pulling off with a gasp and leaning forward. You wrap your huge tits around him... you're fairly certain your own cock would have practically disappeared in the softness of these massive mammaries, but Kristov's has at least several inches jutting out as you begin working your boobs around his length. You lean your head forward, slipping the head of his prick between your lips and whirling your tongue around it as you titfuck him.\n\nYou continue to do your very best to please him, using your tits, your lips, and your tongue, all of them working overtime for the next hour. Kristov, meanwhile, orders a subscription to every porn channel your cable service offers, settling on 'Teen Lesbian Fuck-Off Fifteen', as if you weren't enough female flesh to hold his attention yourself. Still you dutifully work his cock, and eventually, again without so much as a grunt of warning, it starts shuddering and spurting, spraying long, thick lines of cum all over your face and raining down on the upper curves of your tits. As you're shivering and gasping from the sensation of it, he glances down with an almost bored expression, as if only now remembering you're there. "Go to the kitchen and clean yourself off, cunt. While you're in there make me a sandwich and bring me a beer."\n\n"Yessir," you answer meekly, keeping your eyes down as you raise to your feet and pad into the kitchen, cum dripping down your tits and arousal dripping down your thighs. You obediently clean yourself up for him in the sink, washing your face, tits, and hands before assembling him the sort of sandwich you know he likes, and grabbing one of your expensive imported beers which you know he also likes. Carrying them out, you offer them to him, and he takes the plate and bottle without looking away from the slender "teens" eating each other out onscreen.\n\n"Lick my ass this time, bitch," he orders as you settle back to your knees, his legs spreading a bit more as he leans back and takes a bite out of the sandwich.\n\nYou give a small, meek nod before nuzzling your way under his balls, feeling them rest on your face as you press up between his buttocks and start stroking your tongue over his tight pucker. Wanting to do your best, you start putting more effort into this as well, swirling your tongue around and pressing it inside, obediently worshiping his asshole just as you did his cock and balls. After a half hour or so, you return your attention to those, sucking at his balls and licking at his sack before kissing and tonguing his prick, sliding it deep into your throat, working it dutifully for long minutes before eventually returning to tonguing his ass.\n\nOver the next six hours you constantly worship Kristov's asshole, sack, and prick, using tongue, mouth, and tits, all in an effort to keep him pleased, make him cum, prove yourself to him. The only times he acknowledges your existence are when he tells you to get him something, usually another beer, and once when you've got the head of his cock in your mouth and he grabs the back of your head before using you as a toilet. You almost gag as the hot, strong-tasting rush of used beer floods your mouth, but you quickly seal your lips and start gulping, swallowing again and again, letting his piss flow over your tongue and down your throat. Once he's done his hand goes back to the back of the couch, and you resume deep-throating him, feeling more like just a piece of fuckmeat than ever.\n\nEventually Kristov shoves you off of him, stepping past your half-splayed form and heading down the hall towards your bedroom. Since he didn't order you to follow him, he must have decided to go to sleep. Exhausted yourself, your knees and jaw aching, you clamber up onto the couch, barely having the presence of mind to turn off the TV and its constant stream of lewdness before you drop into sleep.\n\n<hr>\n[[The next morning...|BuddyOct11x5]]

You groan a little as you sit up, rubbing at your head, completely and utterly disoriented for a moment. Then memories of last night come flooding back, and you quickly look down at yourself, patting at your chest... which is as flat as it was yesterday morning when you woke up. You sigh with relief at the sight of your own lean body, and your cock (if somehow less impressive to you now than it ever was before) is right where it belongs flopped limp between your legs. You could almost hope that it was all a dream... but you quickly spot Kristov's dirty dishes and empty beer bottles sitting beside the couch, and your costume scattered in the entryway.\n\nBlushing brightly (and finding yourself growing just a little hard), you look towards the hallway where Kristov went, then down at the floor. His boots, pants, and jacket are still here... that means Kristov must still be here. (Well, either that or he decided to take some of your clothes... which you wouldn't put past him necessarily, but you're not really sure they'd fit him.) Thinking of him makes you shudder a little in memory... and, frustratingly, your cock harden even further.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go check on Kristov.|BuddyOct11x6]]\n\n[[Hide from Kristov.|BuddyOct11x7]]

Well, you might as well see if he's up and ready to leave. Besides, all of your regular clothes are in there.\n\nYou head down the hall to your bedroom, which has somehow managed to become a mess even in that short time. He just tossed the costume box and the clothes you'd originally meant to wear over it into the floor, and kicked most of the covers off as well, leaving just the top sheet in a tangled heap on the now thoroughly messy bed. You can hear the shower running in the bathroom, and feel relieved that you'll at least have time to get dressed. However, while you're hurriedly opening the drawer to get out a pair of boxers, the shower stops and, only a moment later, Kristov walks out, dripping all over your carpet as he rubs himself off with one of your best towels. He looks at you almost idly as he stands there in all his gleaming, muscular glory, your mouth going a little dry for some reason.\n\n"Er... hey, Kristov," you start, resisting the urge to cover up your now mostly hard cock as that seems like it would just be even more obvious. "C-crazy night last nigh-"\n\n"Shut up, cunt."\n\nYour teeth clack together, your cock finishing hardening as your face colors. Hey rubs the towel over his own half-hard prick and dangling balls, then tosses it aside before eyeing you. \n\n"Since I didn't get to fuck your pussy last night, think I'll do it this morning. Lay down and spread it for me."\n\n"... I'm a guy again, though," you protest weakly, trembling a little when those icy eyes narrow again. Without another word, you crawl up onto the bed on all fours, stiff cock jutting underneath you, then flopping against your belly when you lay down on your back. Sliding your hands under your knees, you left your legs up and apart, baring your pucker to him, vulnerable and waiting for whatever he wants to do. You tremble some more as he clambers up onto the bed, not bothering to do more than spit in his hand and rub it over his already damp, and now fully erect and much bigger than yours, prick. You're unable to help letting out a whorish moan as he starts pushing it into your ass, his thick pole spreading open your virgin hole around him and sliding in deeper and deeper.\n\n"That's right, you like a real man's cock in your pussy, don't you, cunt?" he grunts as he slides in deeper and deeper, making you whimper and nod your head in agreement, your eyes squeezed closed and hands tightening on your legs. As good as it feels, you actually feel your cock going soft, as if admitting that the real man here was the one fucking your ass. By the time he actually begins thrusting into you, his balls slapping against your skin, your cock is completely limp, flopping against your crotch as you moan and cry out. "Yeah, that's right, what are you?"\n\n"I-I'm a cunt!" you gasp out, whimpering as he starts fucking your ass harder. "I'm a stupid, worthless fucktoy cunt who loves having you fuck my pussy!" you add pleadingly, as if that could encourage him to fuck you even more like a girl.\n\n"Yeah, that's right, that's exactly what you are," he growls in a pleased tone, finally sliding his hands up your belly, squeezing at your chest as if it was a pair of tits before sliding back down to grab your waist, fucking you just as if you were a woman on her back with her legs spread. "And a stupid girl like you is definitely too fucking dumb to be allowed to take care of this house and all that money on her own, don't you think?"\n\n"Ffffuck, yes!" you whine, working your hips to work his prick around inside you more, your limp little dick shifting with the motions. "I'm a dumb whore, please, please, put me in my place!"\n\n"That's right, so this morning, we're gonna start going around, get that trust fund signed over to me, get my name put on all your accounts, switch the title of your car and the deed of the house over to me," he sneers in satisfaction.\n\nAs he slams forward and starts pouring a load of cum into you, your eyes roll up in your head, your body twitching and writhing as you have your first assgasm, the pleasure overlaid with him adding, "And then after lunch, we shop for surgeons."\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|BuddyOct11xEnd1]]

There are a variety of reasons you just don't think you can face Kristov right now. Instead you elect to streak across your back yard and take shelter in the poolhouse, somewhere you're relatively certain he won't look. Besides, there's a secondary security monitoring station in it, so you can know when he leaves.\n\nYou find some excercise shorts and a sweatshirt to wear, and an old meal bar to eat as you settle down in the little almost-a-closet to click through the house's monitors. You eventually spot Kristov coming out of the hallway from your bedroom, pulling on his shirt but otherwise naked, thick cock swaying around. He wanders through the house a bit, apparently looking for you, but when he doesn't see you in any of the obvious spots he heads back to the living room and puts the rest of his clothes on. He then makes an absolute mess of your kitchen just to make a bowl of cereal, before finally heading out, leaving your front door gaping open.\n\nSighing both at his manner and in relief that he's finally gone, you head back into the house. First thing, obviously, you close and lock the front door, then head to your room to get showered. Despite trying not to think of the strange, very confusing night, your memories wander back to it, and you eventually find yourself stroking your cock in the shower, moaning and shuddering in humiliation as you spray your load across the shower wall while remembering being a woman and sucking Kristov's cock while he treated you like shit. Trying to shake off the feelings and chalk them up to just a night that's thankfully over with, you dry off, get dressed, and head down to put the house in order, carefully putting the costume back in its box first thing while touching it as little as possible.\n\nYou're in the middle of cleaning up the kitchen when your cell phone rings. Lifting it up, you wince at the name on the screen, considering ignoring or even blocking it. And yet instead you find yourself quickly hitting the 'answer' button and raising it to your ear. "... Hey, Kristov."\n\n"Hey there, Buddy. Didn't see you this morning," he answers, all casual, as if nothing but a bit of hanging out had occurred last night.\n\n"Um. No, I was... I had some things around the yard to do, so-"\n\n"Don't care. So listen, I'll be by for lunch, and I'm feeling like steak, so you'll make steak."\n\nYour mouth opens and closes a few times, just trying to process the audacity of his statement. All you can think of to say is, "I don't have any steak, Kristov."\n\n"Then you'd better go out and buy some, hadn't you?" he answers just as cheerfully. "Big, expensive ones, high quality. Get me some more of that beer, too, you're out."\n\n"I... but-"\n\n"See, thing is, Buddy, last night I checked the box for that costume. Turns out there's some instructions you didn't read, like the stupid bitch you are," he says with a chuckle, the words sending a somehow exhilerating shiver through you. "Turns out you can wear that thing and turn into that smoking hot piece of ass any time you want, so long as you don't wear anything else and don't cum too often. Since I'm not interested in you cumming at all, that works out for me. So I'm gonna come over, you're gonna make me lunch, then you're gonna take me shopping. Then, a nice restaurant for dinner, before we come back to your place, you're gonna put on the costume, and spend the rest of the night blowing me as a big-titted Asian sextoy."\n\nYou try to think of something to say, but nothing will come out. Instead Kristov just chuckles derisively and continues.\n\n"And once the lease is up on my apartment... you're paying my rent now, by the way... I'm gonna move into the house. I think by that time you'll have been able to transfer most everything into my name, and that's when I'll finally give that hot cunt of yours a good, night-long fucking while you're wearing something tiny and slutty that I picked out. By this day next year, I figure you'll be bouncing on my dick, begging me to put a baby in you. What do you say to that?"\n\nYour mouth has gone completely dry. You stare at the wall, your hands trembling, your breathing coming in shudders. Finally, you manage to swallow and answer.\n\n"... Are T-bones okay?"\n\nKristov's chuckle is just as derisive, but now you can just picture him stroking that long, fat cock of his as he does. "Yeah, that's what I thought, cunt."\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|BuddyOct11xEnd2]]

Even though part of you keeps insisting it's a really bad idea, you just can't get over the idea that Kristov is big and strong and will be able to solve your problems for you. You quickly bring up his contact and hit the 'Call' button, relieved when he answers fairly quickly.\n\n"Hey, Buddy, what is it?" he asks blandly, as if trying to make it clear he didn't really care.\n\n"K-Kristov, listen, I-"\n\nYou're interrupted by a derisive laugh. "What's with you? You sound even more like a woman than usual."\n\nWincing, you have to take a moment to rally before you can say, "It's... hard to explain, could you come over? I'm sort of in a bind and need some help."\n\n"Yeah, yeah, I guess. I'll be there in awhile." And with that the line closes.\n\nIt's almost an hour (during which you both remember to pull the costume back into place over your breasts and make yourself stop pacing since it just makes your tits jiggle) before you hear the sound of a motorcycle pulling up outside, and a moment later a pounding at the door. You hurry over and open it, looking up at Kristov's dark, short-cropped hair, the light stubble on his face, piercing pale blue eyes, and strong jaw. He looks like he's dressed up as a biker for Halloween with a high-collared black and red motorcycle jacket unzipped to show a skintight black t-shirt, and tight leather pants with boots. But no, that's how he almost always dresses. He raises a dark eyebrow at the sight of you, almost immediately asking, "What're you costing Buddy, anyway?"\n\nGrinding your teeth and blushing in a mixture of anger and shame, you hurry him inside before closing the door, turning around to face him and gritting out, "It's me. Buddy."\n\nHe just stares for a moment before snorting. "Bullshit. Worst Halloween prank ever. Seriously, what do you char-"\n\n"It's <i>me</i>!" you snap. "Remember that time we went camping with Cody, and while he was away fishing you got hit in the calf by a porcupine? You cried, and then demanded I never tell anyone, well I haven't but it's me and I need help now because I put on a costume and now I look like this!"\n\nKristov's face had darkened with fury at the mention of 'the incident', but cools noticeably as you continue. Finally he just looks you up and down speculatively, as if taking in the situation... or just the view, something in those blue eyes making you shiver. Finally he says, bluntly enough, "Strip."\n\n"W-wha?!" you squeak, drawing back slightly.\n\n"Strip down. I want to see that hot as fuck body," he says, voice forceful as he leans in, looming over you, all broad shoulders and toned muscle.\n\n<hr>\n[[No way!|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[... Okay.|BuddyOct11x2]]

Something about his manner makes you quail a bit inside, and almost before you realize it your hands are moving up to the straps of the costume. "Fine," you murmur, pulling them off your shoulders and letting them drop, watching his eyes instantly lock on to your bared breasts in all their swaying, head-sized glory. Your hands are trembling a little as you undo the sash and let the majority of the costume drop to the floor, his gaze on you almost a physical sensation, like strong hands running wherever they please. You try to buy yourself a little time by fussing with taking off the gloves, but a narrowing of his eyes makes you wince and hurry to obey, pulling them off and then leaning down to undo your footguards and pull off the tabi socks as well, extremely conscious of the way your tits hang down and sway with your movements, and the way your practically bare ass juts up in the air and wiggles. You realize that you're down to a single garment, and straightening up before taking it off is only going to make it worse. So you slip your hands into the G-string while you're still bent over, sliding it down over your hips and letting it drop, stepping out of it and kicking it aside as you straighten up.\n\nYou nervously reach over to rest your right hand on your left upper arm, not quite realizing you're just lifting your tits up on display until you've done it, your other hand pressed to your thigh. You can't help but breathe hard and look away in shame, your face flushing as his eyes roam all over you. There's a hungry look in them, like he's sizing up a piece of meat he plans to devour at his leisure. You keep expecting him to reach forward and grab you, squeeze at the huge tits he keeps staring at, or grab the big jiggly ass they keep roaming down to, or even cup the pussy his gaze flits to occasionally.\n\n"Well you really have turned into a complete fucktoy of a bitch, that's for sure," he says after a moment, snorting through his nose.\n\nYou shiver at the words, biting your lower lip. "K-Kristov, c'mon, don't-"\n\n"Shut up." His lips curl up just slightly as you quickly close your mouth and duck your head a bit more. You realize that he hasn't grabbed you yet purely because he knows he could do it whenever he pleased. "Besides, you know it's the truth. Look at those tits, that ass. Your whole body's a goddamn wet dream, meant for nothing but getting fucked."\n\nYou swallow hard, but it is a little hard to deny. The body you're now wearing was literally designed as a thing of pure, unabashed sexuality, a vision of lust. The fact that you're inside it seems almost pointless to argue.\n\n"Suck me off," he says coolly, looking down on you with an even, arrogant gaze.\n\n"... what....?" you more whimper than anything else, daring a peek up at him.\n\n"Get down on your knees. Take my cock out. And suck me off."\n\n<hr>\n[[No!|BuddyOct14x1]]\n\n[[... yessir...|BuddyOct11x3]]

"... Yes, sir," you reply softly, going down to your knees in front of him, then bringing your lightly trembling hands up to begin unlacing the crotch of his leather pants. You risk a glance up towards him as you finish untying them, wondering if he's really going to go through with this.\n\n"Who told you that you could look up, whore? Keep your eyes on your work."\n\n"S-sorry!" you squeak, biting your lower lip and redirecting your gaze towards the laces. You tug them apart, then reach in to fish out his half-hard prick. 'Fuck, it's huge,' you can't help but think as you pull it out and begin stroking your hand along it, feeling it hardening further in your hand. Kristov's always swaggered around like he had the biggest cock in the room... you guess there was a reason for that. You find yourself staring at the thick, pale length as it just keeps getting longer and thicker, coming towards your face.\n\nAt a little grunt from Kristov, you remember he told you to suck it, not stroke it, and quickly lean in. Your red-painted lips part around the tip, your tongue coming up to lick over it. You're actually a little disturbed by how much you like the taste of his prick... you can't even describe why, it's like his skin and the faintest hint of pre is just pure nectar on this body's tongue. You close your eyes and start bobbing your head, turning it back and forth a little as you work yourself further and further down his prick. Your hands come to rest on his hips as you dutifully wash your tongue over every bit of it you can reach. Though when it nudges the back of your throat, you find yourself gagging some and hesitating, not sure you can get it down.\n\n"Fuck's sake," he growls, finally deigning to move by putting a hand on the back of your head and shoving hard. Your eyes widen as you're forced down on his prick, your lips winding up pressed to the root in that single hard shove, then roll up as you tremble from the feel of it bulging your throat out, stretching you, so thick and hard and powerful it's cutting off your air. "There, you cunt, now you've got it all the way down, try to keep it there."\n\nYou give a little affirmative noise around his prick, doing your best to be obedient as you bob your head back just enough to snatch a little breath through your nose each time before you gulp it all the way back down. Sucking dick seems to come very naturally to you, ah, to this body, and after several minutes of deep-throating you pull off, only taking time to gasp before dragging your tongue up his shaft, which is now smeared with your lipstick and churned-up spit. You lick at his thick prick, daring the barest flick of your eyes upward to see if you're pleasing him, before sliding it back into your mouth and down your throat, letting his balls rub against your chin.\n\nYou continue on for a good long while, alternately deep-throating him and licking at him. His cock is buried down your throat when, without warning, it starts shuddering and spurting, leaving you to gulp hurriedly as his load flows down your throat. Once he's done, he pulls out, wiping the mixture of spit and cum on the head of it on your face.\n\n"Passable," he grunts. "I wouldn't pay for it, but passable. Alright, cunt, get up and show me to the bedroom so I can fuck you."\n\n<hr>\n[[Yessir.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[W-wait!|BuddyOct11x4]]

Mina stares at you for a long moment, then lets out a gusty sigh. "Come on, bro... you know why."\n\nYou're... pretty sure you do, even though it goes against everything you were quite certain was real and everything you thought was fiction. You look at the other woman on the porch, who shrugs as if to say 'whatcha gonna do?' and flashes you a grin... displaying her fangs. "I... w-well, I mean... this explains a lot, but..."\n\n"Buddy, listen, if you invite us in I <i>promise</i> neither of us will do anything to you or hurt you or anything like that," Mina says, holding her hands up and pressing them together pleadingly. "But it's really important we be allowed to come in, I'm in trouble and need your help."\n\nYou struggle to remember if you've ever heard anything about vampires being forced to keep promises they make, but can't really come up with anything. Like you think there's at least one series where they obey 'the ancient laws of hospitality' or something but that was more of a sense of decorum than anything binding, you're pretty sure. Still... ... she is your sister, standing on your doorstep, begging for your help.\n\nWith a heavy sigh of your own, and unable to help feeling like it might result in you getting devoured, you say, "Okay, Mina. You and your friend are invited in."\n\nMina actually slumps a bit in relief, before nodding vigorously and hurrying inside and past you, her friend following along and giving you a cheerful little wave in passing. "Wow, bro, you've done fantastic for yourself," Mina declares as she wanders into the living room, looking around as if it was the most natural thing in the world and she'd just been invited over after a long vacation abroad. "Where'd you get the cash for this place?"\n\n"Uh, well, after you..." You trail off, then clear your throat. "Um, left, Grandma mended things up with Mom and set me up a trust fund. It wasn't, like, huge, but I was able to use it to start a little company while I was still in college, and I sold that, did that a few more times, and here I am."\n\n"Wow, way to go, li'l bro. I mean, I got my own sort of eternal payoff, but..." She shrugs, opening her mouth and pointing at one of her fangs, then she gives a little 'oh' and gestures at the other woman with both hands. "Buddy, this is my wife, Salem."\n\n"Hello~," the short-haired girl says cheerfully, giving you a little finger-wiggle wave again.\n\n"Er... hi. Salem." You stare at her for a moment, before sinking down onto the couch to sit. "So. Mina. Explaining. Things."\n\n"Right right right." Mina waves a hand around, then sits down on the coffee table across from you, Salem starting to wander around the room looking at things as the two of you talk. "So. Sixteen years ago, I was dating Salem in secret. I fell super in love with her and once I learned that she was a vampire, I started begging her to turn me into one too. One night she finally did it, and I was so eager to get out there and start living a new life or un-life or whatever you call it that I totally didn't tell anyone that I was leaving or that I was fine or anything."\n\n"Which I sai~d was a bad idea~," Salem chirps from where she's perusing your selection of movies.\n\n"Yeah 'cause I haven't heard that at all in the last sixteen years," Mina mutters, rolling her eyes before refocusing on you. "But okay, here's the deal. You've heard vampires need to sleep in the soil of their homeland, right?" She waits for you to nod before she continues. "Well that's bullshit but also not entirely. See every so often, some vampires... the ones like Salem and me... need to go home and stay for awhile. I guess it sort of helps ground them in the world or something. Which means I've got a problem."\n\n"Problem? I mean, if that's the problem, you could be explaining this to Mom and Dad, or-"\n\n"Pointless." Salem turns to you and shrugs, then points aside at Mina. "She has no home."\n\nYou blink at that, looking at her, then at Mina, who sighs again. "Yeah, apparently by not telling anyone I was leaving or saying goodbye and just running away, I spiritually abandoned my home, and it isn't home anymore. So, I have to establish a new one... which is why I came here."\n\n"It's important that the first home a vampire make be established by ties of family and blood," Salem chimes in as she moves to settle down in a chair. "Once their living family within three generations is gone they get a little bit more leeway about establishing a home, but you're here."\n\n"And I kiiiinda figured you'd be more understanding than Mom and Dad, who I sort of would appreciate it if we still didn't tell," Mina picks back up. "I need you to invite me not just inside, but to make this my home, bro."\n\n"Or... what? I mean, what happens if you don't have a home to go to?" you ask, mostly out of curiosity, and because you're still trying to process your sister returning to you after sixteen years as a literal creature of the night. Also that she's apparently gay.\n\nMina and Salem exchange a long glance, before Mina looks back at you and then lowers her eyes. "... Bad stuff."\n\n"It's different for every vampire, so we don't exactly know what will happen to Mina," Salem murmurs. "But no, it wouldn't be anything good."\n\n"So, please, bro? I promise Salem and I will be awesome houseguests! I mean, as awesome as we can be considering... stuff!" Mina pleads.\n\n<hr>\n[[Yeah, okay.|BuddySis]]\n\n[[You need to think about it.|BuddySis]]

"Who is it?" you call in an exasperated tone, expecting back at best a 'Trick or treat!' and at worst some entitled smarmy teenage boy's voice calling 'Open the door and give us candy, dude!'\n\nInstead a female's voice answers, "Buddy, it's me, Mina. Open the door!"\n\nMina? You don't know any Minas. ... Wait, you... you do know a Mina, but... "Wait, are you kidding?!"\n\n"No! Open the damn door!"\n\nYour eyes widen, and you stand there frozen in shock. You haven't seen your older sister in over sixteen years... she went out to a party one night and just never came back, no amount of searching could turn up even the slightest hint of where she'd gone. But finally you grab the door handle and yank it open, looking out at the pair of figures standing to either side of your welcome mat, or more specifically at the blonde to one side.\n\nOkay, so, she definitely looks every inch like your sister, even the bits you remember sharing in common like a bit of the jaw and the set of the eyes, and her long, lustrous blonde hair even has that distinctive arc up from the top of her head that you remember. Okay so the red eyes are definitely not what you remember, but from top to bottom, even wearing expensive modern up-to-date clothes like a loose, long-sleeved black shirt that stops above her bellybutton, and a designer skirt that buttons up the front with a too-long belt and accent chain, she looks just like you remember Mina looking the night she left the house almost two decades ago.\n\nAs in, just like. As in she still looks sixteen.\n\n<img src="images/Mina.jpg">\n\n"Hey, s'up man, long time no see," she observes, rubbing the back of her head a bit as she eyes you.\n\n"..." You stare at her, then glance at the other girl with her, who looks a handful of years older and is also wearing all black, a tanktop and leather jacket with snug leather pants to be specific, showing off very large breasts and round hips, her white hair falling over one pink-red eye. You look back to the blonde after a moment. "Uh, w-wait, so are you like... you mean you're Mina's... daughter?"\n\n"Nah, dude, Li'l Willy, it's me, bro," the red-eyed blonde declares, pouting a little as she puts her hands on her hips. Your heart flutters even as you flinch a little at her old diminutive nickname for you, something that pretty much no one else outside of her and your parents would really know. "I mean I get it but that's still a little weird to hear. Hey, I'll explain everything, but inside, maybe?"\n\n"Um... I... yeah, okay," you murmur, stepping back a bit.\n\n"Hey, c'mon, aren't you gonna actually invite us in?" she prompts, leaning forward a bit.\n\n<hr>\n[["Right, right, come in."|BuddySis]]\n\n[["... Why do I need to?"|BuddySis1x2]]\n\n[["....... No."|BuddySis]]

You stammer the word before even really thinking about it, but from the way both of them's eyes light up it's clear they've taken it as your choice. Before you can say anything else, the witch flits her wand towards her and says. "Kittity-cattity-coo!"\n\nInstantly your clothes disappear, though the changes coming over your body happen a bit slower, giving you time to let out a cry of shock... which, embarrassingly enough, comes out as a "Myaaaa!" Your body quickly starts becoming more slender and rather waifish, every bit of body hair you possess below your eyebrows disappearing almost as rapidly as your clothes as you sleek down. Even more embarrassing than your body rapidly losing masculinity is, well, a specific part of your body losing it, your dick and balls both shrinking... thankfully not too much, but you're definitely feeling like you'd be noticeably less endowed than any one you've seen in the locker room lately. You can feel yourself shrinking in other ways too, your height dropping, that combined with your slighter features making you look like you're of the same age with the witch and cat. And as if all that weren't enough, you can feel your ass and hips rounding out and taking more blatantly feminine curves, while your nipples puff up and turn a brighter pink.\n\nThe physical changes have barely finished when costume bits start appearing on you, starting with a pair of thigh-high fluffy boots with kitty paw feet like the catgirl is wearing(?), hugging your legs and giving them a more feminine look too. Almost as if given a little shock to your newly girly butt you hop off the couch and to your feet as a furry purple thong (bordering on being a G-string) appears, snug enough that it shows off the bulge of your cock, as unimpressive as that currently is. Gloves that match the leggings appear sheathing your hands and arms, though the paws are big, cartoonish solid pieces like the feet rather than articulated, effectively denying you the use of your fingers, unable to do anything but curl the paws a bit as if they were fluffy purple bondage sleeves. More strips of purple fake fur appear highlighting various places on your body, including a design on your belly that comes very close to a 'corruption tattoo'... and including curling around from your back and just barely covering your nipples. You can feel a headband pop into place atop your head, ears no doubt purple and furry too, the band feeling hugged firmly enough and hidden in your hair that it's clear it's not going anywhere.\n\n"Awwww, how cuuuute," the girls coo in unison, making your face go red. You realize the paralysis on your body has released, but you find yourself unable to do anything but squirm as they reach out, the witch scritching under your chin and the catgirl petting your hair. Very frustratingly, both feel really good.\n\n"He definitely makes a purrrrr-fect catboi," the catgirl giggles.\n\n"I agree completely, Kitten," the witch chirps. "I hope you think you look good too, pet," she adds, looking you up and down. "Because you're going to trick-or-treat with us like this allllll night!"\n\n"A-all night?!" you whine, your near-naked and feminized body trembling a little.\n\n"And a Halloween night in the company of a witch and a cat is extra extra long~!" the catgirl chirps, before suddenly giggling. "Oh, Mistress Abby! We forgot to give the new kitty a tail!"\n\n"Well gosh Kitten you are right about that," the witch, Abby apparently, says. Tapping her lower lip, she looks you up and down again, then grins. "Alright, pet, here's a choice for you! Either you can have this tail..." she says, flicking her wand towards her free hand, a long purple faux-fur tail appearing in it... and your eyes widening as you see her holding it by the silver butt-plug at the end. "Which will, of course, be utterly obvious to everyone who sees you from behind. Orrrr, I can give you a <i>real</i> tail like Kitten's!"\n\n"Of course, the point of a tail is to look good when you're being done from behind," Kitten declares smugly, turning around and lifting both her tail and her effectively bare ass. "So there's that to keep in mind."\n\nThat makes you swallow hard. The implication there is pretty clear... you can have the tail-plug put in and it will stay all night, very visibly inserted inside you for anyone who looks to see, not to mention... well, actually having it inside you. Or you can have an actual tail (crazy that that's an option but here you are)... and these two might actually see that you get fucked in the ass before the night is through. It doesn't sound like she's saying she'll make <i>sure</i> you are, but it definitely sounds like it's a possibility if you don't take the plug.\n\n<hr>\n[[Plug-tail.|BuddyCB1x1]]\n\n[[Real tail.|BuddyOct]]

"Listen, whatever that is, it's yours, right?" you say slowly. At Liam's own slow nod, you give your head a shake. Maybe it's guilt for the intense greed you felt earlier, maybe it's just that taking advantage of the situation feels wrong, but you continue with, "Then it's none of my business. You don't need to buy me off, I promise I won't tell anyone what I saw."\n\nLiam just stares at you for long moments, face unreadable. When he speaks, it's to say, "You really mean that?"\n\n"Yeah, sure. Like I said, I promise."\n\nLiam tilts his head a little as he considers, before he smiles and holds up a finger. "Alright, I'll tell you what. Even if you don't want a reward, considering our little, ah, special connection from the other night," he continues, eyes twinkling as you blush. "If you really mean it and don't tell anyone about what you saw for an entire year, I'll give you something way more valuable than anything you saw in there. Ah ah ah," he cuts in, wagging the finger as you open your mouth. "Don't think of it as incentive, think of it as a 'thank you'. Or maybe I just want to see what happens. Either way, just over a year from now, on the day of the first snowfall, if you haven't told anyone or betrayed my secret, you'll get my most valuable possession in return. In the meantime, you can have my friendship."\n\n"... Okay," you say after a moment, resisting the urge to shrug. It's such a strange and difficult to comprehend situation, but you guess when it's put like that, it just seems rude to turn it down.\n\n"Alright, so, come over here and let's have a talk like you wanted," he suggests. "You needed to talk about what happened, right?"\n\nAdmitting to yourself that you do really need that talk, you head over and sit down. It's hard to get out at first, since you're afraid Liam might tease you or use the opportunity to press you further to do something with him, but it turns out that he's actually an attentive listener, mostly interjecting here and there, suggesting things that help you think about your feelings. By the time the sun is setting you're not entirely sure you have all the answers, but you do think you're kind of closer to understanding a little more about yourself, maybe even being more comfortable with yourself. One thing's for sure... you're glad you didn't screw up this friendship just to grab a gold coin.\n\nClasses begin, and you settle into the routine of doing classwork, studying, and starting to have a bit of a social life. Liam has a real knack for knowing just which social events he's attending to invite you to, from hanging out with a handful of friends to parties around and off campus, so that you never wind up feeling overwhelmed or pressured. You're still figuring yourself out, but you're more comfortable with who you are and who you know than you have been since... well, ever, really, and you suppose you have to credit that to his influence. You even manage to start asking girls out with more confidence, thus avoiding any repeats of the previous little adventure (which you find yourself growing more okay with over time anyway), and eventually start dating one, a girl named Alexa who you quickly grow very fond of. Except...\n\n"I just can't seem to move things forward with her anymore," you complain as spring break approaches. "It feels like I've hit a wall where we go out, we have a nice date, we wish each other goodnight, and that's it."\n\n"So you're trying to get invited in or something?" Allen asks, raising an eyebrow.\n\n"No, it's not that. ... It's not <i>just</i> that," you admit with a sigh, leaning back in your chair as the two of you talk. "I'd like to, yeah, but mostly because I want to feel like we're just going somewhere. I've been seeing her for months now and it feels like we're just killing time right now."\n\n"Well I've seen a few of Alexa's exes. They're all major clothes horses, from what I could tell," Allen muses, rubbing his chin. "All designer brands, the sort of guys that have a different sport jacket to wear every day. Maybe that's what she's looking for from you, y'know? Wanting you to step it up a bit in the wardrobe department, show her you're her sort of guy and all."\n\nYou frown a little at the thought. Could that be it? Could expensive clothes be what you need to show Alexa that you're her guy after all? You don't want to lose her to boredom or just turning into an occasional date-friend...\n\n... but the money set aside to buy clothes with is nowhere near enough to buy a fresh wardrobe of high-end designer clothing, especially since you'd probably have to have it tailored to fit. Even if you got a job on the side, there's no jobs around here that would pay that kind of money, and certainly not fast enough that you could do it before... well, whatever vague deadline you have in your head for Alexa dumping you.\n\n'Bet just one of those gold coins would cover a nice new wardrobe though,' part of your brain suggests. You can't help but flick your gaze to where your keys are sitting on the desk... including a key to Liam's dorm room, given to you so you could borrow art supplies when you wanted, since he's gotten you interested in the subject. 'C'mon, you could be in, and out, grab a coin, he'd probably never notice it's gone. It's not the same as telling someone it's there, right? That's what he didn't want to happen, so as long as you don't tell anyone where you got the money, it's fine!'\n\n<hr>\n[[Hm, that's true.|GwynLiam5end1x1]]\n\n[[Fuck off with that.|GwynLiam5x3]]

"I think I can manage," you reply, giving her a mildly forced smile and a thumbs-up. She gives you a big smile in return and goes trotting off back towards the main room, almost bowling you over with her boobs in the process.\n\nYou glance after her for a few moments, then shake your head. Man, maybe the name of this place wasn't misspelled after all. That was wild... if it hadn't been so shocking, it might have been hot! Probably best you didn't say anything, though... you don't need your agency dropping you because of inappropriate work conversations. Deciding to focus on mopping the floors as instructed... though what you just saw indicates this may be a truly Sisyphian task... you find a bucket and fill it with water and Pinesol, before grabbing the rather careworn mop and heading back out to the main area. You notice that Dr. Canny and Frankie have gathered around the screen, but try not to pay attention as you start mopping up the opposite end of the room. None of your business, after all.\n\n"Joan! You get out of that escape pod right now! Do you hear me?!" Dr. Canny is shouting, actually shaking a fist at the screen. "I'll get you if it's the last thing I dooooo!"\n\nWow. That's... uh, yeah. You keep your eyes on your mop as you try to clean layers of boob-smacked chemicals off the linoleum. You're thinking that maybe tomorrow you'll call into the temp office and mention something about a hostile work environment. But for right now, you just keep your mind and your eyes on what you're doing.\n\n"Well, she's gone, boss," Frankie says, the pout obvious in her voice.\n\n"I know that, you mammary support system! But with this, the experiment cannot continue! We need another warm body up there to park their brain in front of the screen!"\n\n"Oh, right. Yeah, I guess we need someone new, huh?"\n\n"Yes. ... Yes, indeed. Some regular joe. Someone we don't like. ... Someone in a red jumpsuit."\n\n'Boy, I feel sorry for <i>that</i> guy,' you think, right before something clonks you over the back of the head.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|MikeMST1x2]]

You leap forward into action, spinning in midair and lashing out with a kick at the head of one of the dancing skeletons. (You really try to ignore how the motions naturally show off your body, including the flap at the front of your costume flinging out to show off the tiny panties hugging your pussy.) Your foot impacts the jack-o-lantern and smashes it with no more resistance than a normal pumpkin might have, two more jack-o-lantern heads exploding to either side of you as arrows strike them. The skeletons stop their dancing and immediately pull out weapons from seemingly nowhere... spears, short swords, greatswords, axes. Dang, they really were preparing for trouble!\n\nStill, with being on the offensive and already launched into combat, you actually find it quite easy to duck, dodge, and avoid all the relatively clumsy attacks of the skeletons and fling out your own counterattacks, your kicks and punches shattering bone like it was made of those chalky little disk-shaped candies that everyone actually gets for Halloween and nobody particularly likes but everyone still eats for some reason. Atalanta pops more pumpkins from range while you're busy doing that, and soon the group of skeletons is reduced to shattered bones and shattered gourds. You straighten up, noticing that a lot of large, shiny-looking copper coins are laying about. You blink as they all lift up and fly over to you, hovering in the air until you take them in your hands.\n\n"Here." You glance aside at Atalanta, who's holding out a cloth sack with the Lizzie in the witch-hat on the front of it sitting on a large jack-o-lantern, winking suggestively and spreading her legs... which doesn't really show anything since, y'know, full-length skirt. You drop the coins in, and Atalanta tucks the bag safely into nowhere. "Storage bags are a fairly common gacha drop," she explains.\n\n"Huh. Do those work outside the castle, or...?"\n\n"They do. They are very convenient for getting drinks and snacks into movie theaters," Atalanta declares solemnly.\n\n... You think they'd be useful for a bit more than that, but anyway. "So let me guess, copper is the lowest 'fun money'?"\n\n"Correct. For many years Elisabeth used specific Halloween items, but got tired of people constantly asking which was worth what, so finally replaced them with copper, silver, and gold tokens."\n\n"Understandable. But since it seems like we weren't the earliest here, and I'd rather not spend <i>all</i> night fighting skeletons..."\n\n"Indeed, we should proceed to the nearest stairway to head to the next level, which will likely give a mixture of gold and silver coins."\n\n"What do you think will be up there?"\n\nAtalanta frowns a little at that, even as she looks around and then sets off down the hall. "I am not entirely sure. She typically changes up everything above the first floor a bit each year, and this year she made mention that she was 'stealing' from other sources. So it could be something rather different than her usual ghosts and werewolves."\n\nYou follow her up the stairs, and into another... largely identical huge hallway. Hm. Although this time the moment you start walking down it, there are several heavy thuds, and a pair of monsters round the corner. They're large, at least eight feet tall each, with broad bellies that have the shape of fat but are so firm and solid-looking they don't exactly make the creatures look weak. Each is holding a massive club, and the only things they're wearing are ragged bands of cloth around their waist that come down to their knees (and still fall against rather large bulges), and skull facepaint on their faces below the long, arcing horns springing from their forehead.\n\n"Oni," Atalanta notes with another small frown. "These could indeed be difficult. They're likely quite strong and fast, so be careful."\n\n<hr>\n[[Attack from range.|BuddyFHP]]\n\n[[Attack in melee.|BuddyFHP]]

* <b>Main:</b> Updates to [[Capture|GGCaptureStart]]:\n** Cyan can leap out of the alley and try to shoot Tifa with the Mysogibot Rifle the second she passes. This completes Tifa's MB Rifle option.\n** She can now also look in on the reconditioned Tifa in the Slut Gallery.\n* <b>Main:</b> Buddy and Cody can now go to [[Cosplay Casbah|BuddyOct12x1]] investigating Buddy's transformation into Mai Shiranui.\n* <b>Main:</b> Wilma can explore the arcade at [[Felipe's Funland|WilmaFun4x1]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can [[not hear anything|QOSuc5x1]] after first arriving in the adventure world with Mary. (There's a few other tweaks in other parts of the Adventure World scenario too.)\n* Fixed a bug in the new Capture bits.\n* More Wilma at Funland stuff.\n* <b>Main:</b> "Kovam" can now decide he's had enough of "Cyan's" [[bullshit|GGMonk13x2]].\n* <b>Main</b>: Cyan can [[tell her mother|GGDog1x4]] what happened at the dog park.\n* More stuff of Cyan and her mom.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cypher can now tell Ami to [[stay behind|Cypher5x1]] when going to the Mulsap Twelve station.\n* <b>Main:</b> Incubus Jamie can now suggest that he, Maya, and Keva [[all go out together|QOFamInc1x1]].\n* <b>Main:</b> FFTL2x7 (train yard split) FFTL2x19 (clues)\n* <b>Main:</b> Anubilis can now continue on to [[conquer Michiru|HLSenshi14x6]] after enslaving Haruka. Female Anubilis can also elect to [[leave Rei's apartment|HLSenshi13x4]]. (Also changed her look a bit.)\n* <b>Main:</b> Sam and Aunt Kelly can now set up their camping tent on the [[Thunderbird stone|Camping5x1]].

It's always rather annoyed you how your wife and daughters don't even bother to hide their exasperation with your male friends. It's not like they're hugely disruptive, crude, or boorish... they're just normal guys, like yourself, who enjoy yelling and cheering at a football game. True, you do have rather a lot of them... it's not unusual for you to have almost a dozen in on Superbowl Sunday... but you have the room and resources to host them all easily. You never even ask them to help out with the setup, or cleanup, or anything else, and yet whenever they see you putting out the trays they generally sigh, roll their eyes, and start finding other places to be.\n\nReally, the more you think about it, the more you relish the idea of teaching them a lesson for their rudeness. You smile wickedly and head out to begin making some discrete inquiries.\n\nWhen the next Sunday rolls around, your family is gathered around the breakfast table. It's fall weather, and the girls are dressed for such, Michelle in a white sweater and black slacks, Mikaela in a snug, thin black turtleneck and tight black pants, and Janie in a grey sweatshirt and bluejeans. You stand up from the table, meandering towards the fridge, and casually call, "Oh, remember, the guys are coming over in about an hour to catch the game."\n\n"Trust us, we remember," Mikaela murmurs with a roll of her eyes, making Jamie snicker quietly.\n\n"Don't sass your father," Michelle replies on obvious reflex, though the lack of force behind the words makes it clear she agrees with the sentiment.\n\n"Everybody want orange juice?" you ask as you open the fridge, hearing answers in the affirmative. You set out the glasses on a small tray and pour each one full, deftly adding something to make the girls...\n\n<hr>\n[[... horny.|DavidColdFam]]\n\n[[... obedient.|DavidColdFam1x3]]\n\n[[... sleepy.|DavidColdFam]]\n\n[[... stupid.|DavidColdFam]]

The guy you got this stuff from said it would provide for twenty-four hours of complete and total obedience to any commands, and that it would all seem like a dream to the imbiber the next day. He guaranteed absolutely flawless results... he certainly had to, three doses cost as much as a luxury car. You slip the individually-sized doses of clear liquid into each glass of orange juice before carrying them back over to the table.\n\nThe rest of breakfast is a quiet affair, though you have to resist the urge to grin every time one of them takes a sip of their juice. But finally the meal is done, and the three of them rise and start to leave the room, apparently figuring that clearing away the dishes is a "game day" responsibility of yours. You watch them go for a moment, then call, "Girls, wait."\n\nAll three of them pause and turn back to face you. Not exactly remarkable, they'd probably do that anyway. You take just a few moments to ponder a command they'd never obey without question otherwise but that you could still make up some sort of excuse for. Finally you settle on, "Take off your pants."\n\nImmediately, all three of them move their hands to the buttons of their waistbands to start unfastening themselves. Michelle lets her slacks drop to the floor and steps forward out of them, revealing a pair of lacy black panties that you're familiar with, the ones that have a see-through window in the back. Mikaela has to wiggle and shimmy her hips a bit to get her pants down even after undoing them, but eventually peels them down her legs and stands up, revealing a purple thong with straps riding high on her hips. Janie drops her jeans and kicks them away, giving a brief view of her plain, snug cotton panties before the sweatshirt falls partly over her hips, obscuring your view of all but her fabric-hugged crotch.\n\nAll three of them stand there, perfectly normal and calm expressions on their face, as if still wondering why you called for them to stop.\n\n<hr>\n[[Oh, this is going to be the best game day ever.|DavidColdFam]]\n\n[[Actually, hell with your friends, you're keeping this opportunity for yourself.|DavidColdFam1x4]]

Yes, there's a lot of unrealized potential in your family. Certainly they've always shown you love and respect, but they could be doing a lot more for you. There's some things that you've always sort of longed for them to do... perhaps not as overtly as you're considering it <i>now</i>, but briefly or in the back of your mind, or in more measured ways.\n\nBut there's no reason to hold back now. You can find a way to get them to do as you please. And you've always wished...\n\n<hr>\n[[... they'd be nicer to your friends.|DavidColdFam1x2]]\n\n[[... they'd help your career more.|DavidColdFam]]\n\n[[... they'd help make you wealthy.|DavidColdFam]]

Apparently Elisabeth (ne Lizzie, according to various of the signs) is very invested in having the ultimate Halloween party. If you tell her you're dissatisfied with being turned into a centaur, maybe she'll undo it and give you a <i>regular</i> dick, to make sure you leave satisfied!\n\nIt takes you a little while to find the way up to the landing where the trio of Lizzies do their hosting, and even moreso to make your way up the steps to it in your current condition, carefully placing your hooves (and trying to ignore the way tilting your body makes those extra-heavy balls of yours sag backwards out from between your thighs). But eventually you manage and pass through the door, all three semi-identical dragon girls looking up curiously at the sound of your hooves on the stone. \n\n"Well aren't you a presumptuous deerling!" what you're assuming is the 'default' Lizzie, the one in the slightly more standard black dress, chirps as she turns towards you, her tail lashing around a bit. She's still smiling as she says it, but you're not <i>entirely</i> sure if that's a good thing. She pauses, then eyes your lower half... or, rather embarrassingly, you're pretty sure she's eyeing your sheath and balls beneath your horsebelly. "Well, not deerling, maybe. But also definitely not a gelding," she announces, making the other two giggle as they turn to face you as well, the one in the witch's hat still working the DJ booth with her tail.\n\n"Ah, y-yeah, about that," you murmur, blushing brightly. "Ah, see, I came to complain-"\n\n"Complaaaaaaaaaain?!" all three Lizzies say in the same slightly scandalized tone, expressions turning adorably outraged as they lean in towards you.\n\nYou swallow. "Or, er, well, I mean, maybe not complain so much as say... w-well, that guy who's in charge of the... dick shop," you mutter, tapping your index fingers together. "He's not very clear, a-and I didn't know I'd wind up like this, and they were all out of <i>normal</i> magic dicks which is how I wound up like this in the first place, s-so I guess there weren't enough to start with, and... um... w-well, I guess I'm just not entirely happy with my... p-party experience?" you finish lamely, unconsciously stamping a back hoof in nervousness.\n\n"No?" Main Lizzie says, pursing her lips thoughtfully and looking down at you. You're not sure if she sounds annoyed with you or annoyed with the issue.\n\n"Y-yeah, I just wondered if maybe you could... ... do something?"\n\nAll three of them blink in sync. Then, just as much in sync, all three of them smirk.\n\n"Oh we can definitely do something!" Witch Lizzie declares cheerfully.\n\n"We can <i>absolutely</i> do something!" Bikini Lizzie chimes in happily.\n\n"Caster Me, hit it," Main Lizzie declares evenly, snapping her fingers.\n\n"Uh, w-" You start to say before the one in the witch hat yanks out a wand and jabs it in your general direction, causing a large and very audible <i>POOF!</i> of orange and purple smoke to rise up around you, causing a bit of a coughing fit.\n\nWhen the cloud starts to clear with the waving of your hands, you realize two things: first, that you're in an entirely different room, a large open stone one that looks somewhat disturbingly like some sort of dungeon or even torture chamber, and two, that what little clothing you had on doesn't seem to have made the trip with you, leaving you entirely naked.\n\nWhile you're still reeling from these realizations, something shoots out of the cabinet ahead of you towards you, impacting against your chest, which makes you give a loud squawk of protest... and allows the thing that thumps against your face to lodge between your teeth. The black leather straps of the thing on your chest wrap themselves around your middle, framing and lifting your breasts and yanking your upper arms in against your sides, winding around your lower arms and both binding them together and hauling them in tight against your lower back. Meanwhile the straps of the padded bit gag in your mouth latch around your head and haul it tight, holding it in firmly and pinning your tongue down, leaving you barely able to grunt. You canter backwards in shock, your hooves frantically clacking on the hard stone, but that seems to stir something else... manacles that rise from the floor on chains, moving eerily like rearing snakes that immediately strike forward, latching around your lower legs and then cinching taut, immobilizing you completely.\n\nYou toss your head, your ponytail flipping back and forth, but it's no use... you've been even more effectively immobilized than putting an actual horse in a stall would! You yank at your leather bindings and try to pull free of the manacles, but mostly just succeed in shaking your presented tits around. You jerk in place in shock as there's another set of smoke clouds right in front of you, which resolve into 'Caster' Lizzie and the one in the teeny tiny metal bikini.\n\n"Hiiiii!" both of them chorus, striking identical poses of tilting to the side and making double victory signs at the sides of their eyes, just tilting in different directions.\n\n"Regular Me had to stay and watch the party, of course, but she sent Saber Me and me down to 'do something' for you," Caster Lizzie chirps. "Don't worry, depending on how much fun we wind up having, we might 'do something' for you allll niiiight!"\n\n"Or, y'know, longer," Saber Lizzie giggles as she gives a very slight shake of her hips and shoulders and causes her entire bikini to drop to the ground, leaving her in just the cape and boots. "Who knows, maybe we'll keep you!"\n\n"Mmmmmnf!" you protest, at every single bit of that, shaking your head wildly and trying to rear away from them, but again not doing much more than shaking your tits at them.\n\nThat does seem to goad them a bit, both glaring at your massive chest fuming, before the expressions turn to leers. "Oh, you wanna show off these big fat udders of yours, huh?" Saber Lizzie snaps, giving the one on her side a slap and making you yelp loudly against the gag and buck in your bonds.\n\n"Are you a horse or a cow, you no-good slut?!" Caster Lizzie demands, repeating the process from her side and making you yowl again. But the witch-costumed girl smirks, taking a moment to unlace her dress and drop it, leaving herself wearing lacey orange lingerie... a very nice bra over her just-almost-flat chest, a garter belt and stockings, and panties... stretched over a rather large-looking cock. (No match for the one you're currently sporting, but.) She also makes a little twisting gesture in the air, producing a pair of thick golden crescents. "You wanna show off being a cow, let's give you some <i>real</i> cow udders!" she snaps, stepping forward and putting the open parts of the crescents to your nipples.\n\nYou yowl into the bit gag again as your nipples are abruptly pierced, sharp pins near-instantly shooting through the stiff nubs and locking the heavy weights of the crescents in place, dragging at your tits lightly as Caster Lizzie releases them. But the weight just seems to grow as your breasts get heavier and larger, your eyes widening as you stare down at them. Already prodigious, your boobs are soon at least twice the size they were, hanging down almost to your human navel, your areola huge, fat domes capping them, nipples having grown thick and long until they're almost filling the weighted crescents.\n\n"Yeah, you like that? More to punish, <i>cow</i>!" Caster Lizzie sneers, delivering a fresh slap to your enlarged breast and sending a massive wobble through it, the intensified mix of pain-pleasure making your whole body lurch against the manacles. "Ooo, you <i>do</i> like that, huh? Fucking slutty cow!" she cackles, grabbing a double handful of your tits, her long fingers sinking into the yielding flesh wherever she squeezes and kneads roughly.\n\n"Haha, this slutty cow is already starting to unsheath back here!" Saber Lizzie declares from where she's clambered under your horse body, your cheeks going red as you realize it's true... you hadn't noticed the sensation with everything else that had happened to you, but now you're aware of your new long, thick horsecock having emerged from its sheath, swaying mostly-limp below your belly but fully dropped. You give a loud 'mmf!' and toss your head as you feel long fingers wrap around it and start to stroke, and the motion of those hands slapping it against perky little tits and a flat belly. "You actually came to complain to us about getting this? You ingrate!"\n\n"Some people," Caster Lizzie declares with a loud sigh as she drops your hefty tits and moves around behind you. You squirm, both at the sensations of Saber Lizzie stroking and licking at your steadily-hardening cock, but also at Caster Lizzie doing something to your tail... wrapping the base of it, it feels like. You hear a soft <i>sshnp</i> and feel some weight drop off, as well as more air, and craning your neck lets you see that she's wrapped the base of your tail to where the actual bone ends in blue ribbon, and clipped off the rest of the hair. Seeing your shocked and confused look, Caster Lizzie smirks at you. "Don't want you hiding this, do we?" she coos, giving your thick donut of an asshole a firm flick with her index finger.\n\n"MMN!" you yelp loudly, trying to lurch forward and giving your head a hard shake, which just seems to set the Lizzies off in peels of laughter.\n\n"Poor slutty cow, you should have known better than to complain to the adorable monsters," Saber Lizzie's voice says from beneath you just before you can feel her tongue dragging along your now thoroughly stiff and twitching horseprick. You can feel her long-fingered hands cupping and fondling your balls, something about the motion somehow mocking as much as pleasurable. "Did you think we'd just give you everything you wanted and send you on your way?"\n\n"This is <i>our</i> holiday!" Caster Lizzie declares haughtily as she steps off to the side and retrieves something from one of the wall racks, a shudder running down your (now extremely long) spine as you see that it's a riding crop. "If you're very lucky, we'll give you everything <i>we</i> want and then send you on your way! And we like... to play rough!" she declares gleefully before swinging the riding crop with a shockingly practiced motion, bringing it down on your equine rump.\n\n"Mmn! MMMF!" you shriek into the gag as the second strike of the crop hits after the first, your human back arching and making your huge tits wobble heavily.\n\n"Hahahaha! The cow makes protesting noises, but its dick throbs when you hit it!" Saber Lizzie declares from underneath you, her hands squeezing around your throbbing shaft and hugging tightly, to the point that it's uncomfortable but not painful. "Do it again, do it again!"\n\n"My pleasure," Caster Lizzie coos, before letting out several very dramatic "HYA!" noises as she swings the crop, striking it across either side of your big horsey ass and sending jolts through the powerful muscle.\n\nThe noises you make are dangerously close to whinnying this time, your head tossing and flinging your ponytail around. The worst part is that with Saber Lizzie squeezing you like that, you can <i>definitely</i> feel just how hard your cock throbs every time Caster Lizzie crops you, practically pushing the lower girl's fingers apart with the strength of its reaction.\n\nBoth of them give you a few moments of respite in the aftermath of Caster Lizzie's brief flurry of strikes, leaving you with your upper body slumped forward a bit and breathing in hard, shuddery gasps around the gag. You twitch a little at the sound of something being put down right behind you... a box? And then the sound of heels stepping up. Then your eyes widen at the feel of something being slapped none-too-gently against your pucker, though luckily it's not the crop. Craning your head again, you see Caster Lizzie standing on a box behind you, smirking as she rubs her cock against the thick black donut of your asshole.\n\n"Think you can make demands of us at <i>our</i> party, huh?" she sneers at you, eyes flashing. "Well you can just... get fucked!" she declares, thrusting forward into you with a loud laugh.\n\nIt's definitely not too much to take... Lizzie's big, but for a human, and your horse hole is obviously able to take it easily. But still, it's abruptly having a cock shoved in you for the first time, and you squeal loudly as she stuffs it in, her smooth, warm balls thumping against your taint well above where your own big equine testicles are hanging. Caster Lizzie does indeed begin fucking you with long, smooth, controlled strokes, somehow assuming an almost aristocratic air about it, one of her hands resting on her side like it was a fencing match, the other occasionally swinging the crop down to strike your ass again. This time you get the feeling of your cock throbbing in Saber Lizzie's stroking hands and your ass clenching around Caster Lizzie's thrusting cock with every strike, your eyes starting to roll as the line between pleasure and pain becomes more and more distinct at the hands of the pair of draconic sadists that have taken you captive.\n\n"Ahhhh, this cow's leaking a lot," Saber Lizzie declares, and you can both feel it and hear the loud, lewd noises as she shoves her mouth against the head of your cock. Your eyes roll further and your upper body jerks as you feel something long and slender rolling around the flared head, coiling and stroking... her tongue?! Then something else smooth and hot is wrapping around your shaft, pumping and stroking it while her hands merely hold you still, the fluttery brush of something else... that tail! She's jerking you off with her tail.\n\n'I won't cum, I won't cum,' you think desperately, trying to hold on to at least that much power over yourself. Besides, you get the sense somehow that the moment you let go and release, the Lizzies really <i>will</i> consider you in your power fully, and you have no idea what will happen to you then! 'I can hold out!' you think, body trembling as the cracks of the riding crop strike your flanks again and again, making you clench around the pleasurably pumping prick in your pucker and throb in the stroking hands and tail and tongue of the beast below. 'I won't cum!'\n\nAnd then Saber Lizzie's tongue slithers back to the front of your cockhead, slathering up and down it, before you can feel something pressing along the hole in the tip... her tongue is forked?! Her tongue is <i>spreading</i> you?! But you barely have time to realize that before it's pushing inside, wriggling its way deeper and deeper into your cockhole with surprising strength, starting to pump back and forth. Your eyes roll up completely, your head sagging back and your mind going blank, for several long moments not knowing or remembering anything else than having your ass and cockhole both fucked at the same time.\n\nThen the torrent of your cum is flowing around that wriggling tongue, apparently pushing it back into Saber Lizzie's mouth before showering her with it, the cape-clad girl giving a loud squeal that's somehow simultaneously delighted and outrage as she's splashed with what feels like (to you) absolute buckets of hot cum. Caster Lizzie gives her own loud moan, leaning forward and hugging your equine rump, suddenly abandoning herself to pumping fast and chaotically into your powerful, spasming muscular asshole before dumping her own load inside you, the warmth spreading deep and flowing further into you as your orgasm seems to drag on and on.\n\nEventually though Caster Lizzie pulls out of you, her mostly-limp cock dropping wobbling as she hops down from the box and saunters in front of you, clearly trying to look like her legs haven't gone rubbery. She does give a little hop of apparent shock, though, as Saber Lizzie emerges from beneath you, covered in sufficient amounts of cum that she vaguely resembles the final scene of Ghostbusters.\n\n"I think we may have gone a little overboard on the Centaur's production," Saber Lizzie burbles rather flatly, a large bubble of cum rising up around her mouth as she speaks before it pops.\n\n"Y'think?" Caster Lizzie says, eyeing her up and down. She produces her wand from somewhere and waggles it at her alternate, the cum sort of lifting away from her skin and slowly gathering into a big, gooey-looking orb that wobbles through the air, until it drops into a large bucket with a thick splash.\n\n"... mmmmn... mm mmn mmmf..." you huff through the bit gag, still trying to catch your breath.\n\n"Ah, sounds like the cow wants to say something," Saber Lizzie chirps, apparently pleased at not having to deal with having been one-centaur-bukkake'd for all that long.\n\n"Hmmm... alright, cow, you may speak," Caster Lizzie declares grandly, waggling the wand towards your head, the straps of your gag loosening and the bit sagging down to the front of your chin.\n\n<hr>\n[["... Sorry."|BuddyFHP]]\n\n[["... My friends..."|BuddyFHP]]\n\n[["Not a... cow..."|BuddyFHP]]\n\n[["Bet you... can't take it..."|BuddyFHP]]\n\n[["... Thank you."|BuddyFHP]]

Hm... the Centaur is probably, well... from the name, it's probably a horse dick, right? ... Well, you're already kind of getting your kink on adding a dick to this lewd female body as it is, and you definitely get the sense that this party is where people come to really let their freak flag fly, after all. Soooo... well, if it's gonna be a one-night hookup, why not try netting someone who's really into the kinky stuff. "I guess I'll give the Centaur a try," you say, unable to help blushing a little. \n\n"Very good! Just to let you know, this one <i>does</i> cause quite a bit of change to your mystic code, but it should still wear off in the morning, barring extreme circumstances!" the vendor chirps as he reaches under the booth to take out something that looks a lot like a... blue ribbon?\n\nBefore you can say 'that's not a dick' he's stepped forward, quickly tugging out your hairtie and redoing your ponytail with the ribbon. You blink a few times, then gasp as you can feel a strange sensation coming over your body. Your legs twitch and shudder as they begin to grow thinner, a coat of fine hair the same auburn as that on your head starting to sprout all over them, even as your crotch and hips start to... for lack of a better word, <i>distort</i> and stretch backwards. You stagger a bit as your legs grow longer, and you can feel your stretching lower body start to overbalance and tip you over... until a second pair of legs rapidly grows out from it, hooves clopping firmly to the stone floor even as your feet shrink and start changing to match them. Your ass stretches and rounds out, and you can feel changes going on in your pussy as it alters to face backwards, as well as the strange sensation of your asshole growing thicker and more prominent as a tail sprouts from above it. But as much as any of that, you can definitely feel a cock growing in beneath you... fat, heavy balls dropping down, and a hefty sheath surrounding it even as it remains safely tucked away for the moment.\n\nIn only a minute or two you're standing there staring, dazed, at your equine lower half, barely even noticing that your tits have expanded as well, having pushed out the front of your outfit until the front flap is barely tucked into the sash around your still-human waist. "Wha... wha...!" you stammer.\n\n"Hm? Was the name not enough of a giveaway?" the white-haired man says with a smug smile.\n\n"Y-you-!" You try to grab him, but he was obviously expecting it and goes scurrying away before you can decide whether you actually want to try galloping after him. "... Great," you mutter, looking down at yourself and stamping a hoof.\n\nIt could be worse, you think as you carefully turn around and start walking away. It seems like your body knows how to move, so you're not staggering and following over. ... You don't want to find out if centaurs get shot if they break a leg. This night just keeps getting weirder, you think with a sigh as you walk along, blushing at the feel of your heavy balls swaying freely beneath you and out in the open between your equine thighs. You're... pretty much entirely on display. At least all the halls and doorways seem wide and tall enough to accomodate you, you think with a look around, and the people that have looked at you seem a bit surprised, but no one's freaking out like you're an entirely weird addition to the party.\n\n'Well, now what?' you muse. You guess you did accomplish your quest to get a dick, albeit in a weird way. Maybe you should meet back up with Atalanta and the others to see if they have any ideas. Or you could talk to the hostess and complain! The guy running their dick store should be more up-front about the weird side effects! Or you could just try to mingle like normal... or be a wallflower, you admit sheepishly, since this is indeed kind of strange. Heck, you're kind of already feeling crowded with how big you are now, and how 'out there' all your body parts are, even more than just the skimpy outfit of before. Maybe you should find somewhere quiet and wide open to hang out...\n\n<hr>\n[[Rejoin your group.|BuddyFHP]]\n\n[[Complain to Lizzy.|BuddyFHP12x2]]\n\n[[Mingle.|BuddyFHP]]\n\n[[Be a wallflower.|BuddyFHP]]\n\n[[Find a quiet place.|BuddyFHP]]

Hm. Wouldn't do to spread yourself too thin, after all. While three girls at once is quite a dream, the practicality of it is something different. Heck, normally it would probably, at best, be giving three of them a decent time instead of one of them a good time. But prior to drugging them you took a few not-entirely-legal chemical supplements of your own. You could give all three of them a good time... or completely and utterly blow the mind of one of them, and you like that thought.\n\nNow, which one...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Michelle.|DavidColdFam]]\n\n[[Mikaela.|DavidColdFam]]\n\n[[Janie.|DavidColdFam]]

"Well hypnotism can't really make someone do something they don't want to do, right?" you muse aloud. "I mean, I heard that, that it can only break down barriers and make someone be honest, it can't make them do something they'd never do."\n\n"That is the commonly held belief, yes," Shirou replies airily. \n\n"So I mean, if I used this to make the girls more open to my ideas, it'd be like you said, it's something I'd have been able to do myself anyway, just faster. Doesn't seem like there's any problem with that, right?"\n\n"Well again, it would be up to you what you suggested to them. I'd of course like to hear how it worked, but it sounds like you've decided to go with my idea?" At your nod, he reaches inside his jacket and pulls out a thin, transparent vial and passes it over, then follows it up by pulling a disc case out of his front pocket. "You'll need these."\n\n"Okay...?" you ask as you accept both.\n\n"You'll need to get them to partake of the liquid... it stands up to cooking well, so no worries, it should be relatively simple to introduce it to their food. After that, suggest they watch the movie. It's a recent blockbuster action film, lots of visual effects and bright flashes with explosions, lots of music. The subliminals gradually build up over time, and eventually the feed simply becomes pulses of sound and color. When it turns a solid purple and enters a continuous hum, they'll be in a highly receptive state where you can simply implant suggestions by speaking to them. Remember to tell them they finished watching the movie and enjoyed it, and then shut off the TV. The end of the buzzing noise will bring them out of the trance. Please try to keep close attention to their behavior during and after, it would be quite valuable to my studies."\n\n"Thanks, Shirou."\n\n"Of course, I'm glad to help!" He smiles in a way you're not entirely sure you like, but since your other option is to potentially deal with weeks or months of a miserable home situation, you'll put up with some mild discomfort about the solution.\n\nWhen you arrive back at the Hitasuneko late that afternoon, you head towards the kitchen, already hearing sounds that indicate it's already in use. Peeking inside, you find Motoko standing at the counter chopping green onions. There is, in fact, a large number of things out on the counter, lots of vegetables, baking goods, and a slab of some cut of beef. Motoko glances up as if sensing that you're there, and gives you a polite smile. "Hey, Austin-san, what's up...?"\n\n"Ah, just checking in. You're cooking dinner tonight...?"\n\n"Cooking is the one thing I won't slack off on!" she answers cheerfully enough. "Figured we might as well make you a bit of a feast since you're a new arrival, y'know, even if you do mean to turn our home into some rambunctious love resort. Ah, kidding kidding," she adds with a little waggle of her fingers, though you don't think she is, at least not entirely. "But I also thought I'd take the opportunity to make some of Nanako's favorites, since you've put her in such a bad mood. Y'know, just by existing and all."\n\nGeez, she really is the queen of those smooth cheerful-sounding burns, isn't she? You're more resolved than ever not to deal with months or even years of this. Strolling in a bit as if just trying to get a look at what she's doing, you cast your gaze around for anything potentially good to dose with the stuff Shirou gave you. Let's see... it looks like there's a big bar of chocolate sitting out near some of the stuff like flour and sugar. It's about half a bar, and the inside of it has a bunch of holes and warrens through it, rather than being solid... if you poured the stuff in there, it'd probably have time to soak in before she used it, and you'd be almost certain to get that little snot Nanako that way, since you bet it's for her. Sitting next to it is the rice cooker, currently sitting open and with the bag of pre-washed rice sitting beside it... but then, rice is such a big part of every meal here, wouldn't it be conspicuous if you didn't eat any? The third option you see is a pair of large peeled onions sitting out, no doubt waiting to be chopped. Ugh, you hate onions, that'd definitely be the easiest way to avoid eating any yourself and have an excuse for not doing so.\n\nSo where to put the hypnosis catalyst...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Chocolate.|Austin8x1]]\n\n[[Rice.|Austin6x2]]\n\n[[Onions.|Austin]]

*<b>Main:</b> Incubus Jamie can be [[dominant|QOFam1x8]] when confronting Tanya.\n*<b>Main:</b> Incubus Jamie can also [[go over to Maya's|QOFam1x5]].\n-Update 2-\n* More of sex demon Jamie and Maya heading to the other plane.\n* Jamie can also urge Maya to adapt to their new life instead.\n*<b>Main:</b> Marei can use a [[normal condom|Marei14x8]] rather than one of the pastel variety.\n-Update 3-\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can now watch the action between her father and Karen [[because it's hot|GGParent3x1]].\n*<b>Main:</b> After everyone splits up, Wilma can try the [[front door|WilmaHaunt1x1]] of Defir House.\n*<b>Main:</b> Wilma can play the [[Immortal Dethbrawl|WilmaFun7x1]] cabinet in the Funland arcade.\n*<b>Main:</b> Buddy can [[fail to notice anything amiss|BuddyOct6x2]] after donning the Bouncy Kunoichi costume.\n*<b>Main:</b> Holly can cast the [[Chocolate Mouse Curse|HollyWitch1x5]] on the neighborhood punks.\n*<b>Main:</b> Amanda can accept entrance to [[Ascendant Academy|SweetBro1x4]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Celeste can [[listen to Robert|CelFiesta1x5]] when she gets caught up in teasing the animatronics.\n-Update 4-\n*<b>Main:</b> Demon Cyan can now start her conquest of the mortal realm with [[her parents|GGHH24x2]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Wilma can [[stop reading|WilmaLibrary1x1]] the Anthem of Canisaru Casru after it gets too weird. \n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can [[undress|QOVex1x1]] the succubus plushie he bought.\n* More of Jamie and Maya exploring the other world.\n*<b>Main:</b> Buddy can focus on [[emasculating|BuddyPunks6x1]] the vandal he caught.

"I guess if buying my costume so late doesn't disqualify me, I'll be the King of Halloween," you say with a grin.\n\n"Great!" Nancy declares, looking pleased. "Let me just go put everything together and I'll be right back!"\n\nShe turns and trots off into the back of the shop, with you watching her go and maybe sneaking a peek at her rear. She is pretty cute, if obviously very nerdy... you'd be tempted to ask her out to the party if she didn't seem a bit like she'd get scared off or maybe think that was inappropriate or something. Well, whatever, maybe if you ever come back here for some other event you'll see.\n\nIt takes a little while for Nancy to come back, and you can't help but notice that when she does, she doesn't have anything with her and looks deeply sheepish. "I'm really sorry. The special bodypaint I'd been keeping for the Ruler of Halloween costumes got all dried up. I think one of my temporary staff stored it improperly at some point."\n\nYou frown a bit at that. "So could I use some other bodypaint, or just go without?"\n\nShe actually gasps in horror at that, clasping her hands to her cheeks. "Oh sir <i>no</i>! You couldn't wear just any bodypaint as the Ruler of Halloween! ... Er, sorry, that was strange, wasn't it?" she adds sheepishly again, ducking her head. "B-but, I worked really hard on the whole costumes, and I don't think I could bear to see them completed in a substandard way. But!" she hurries to add, eyes widening behind her glasses. "If you'll give me a chance, I promise I'll find some replacement body paint! And to make up for the trouble, I won't even charge you for the paint, just the rest of the costume!"\n\nHm. High-end bodypaint can be pretty expensive. ... Probably. So you could be getting a pretty good deal there. "How long do you think it would take?"\n\n"M-mm, w-well," she hedges nervously. "I'd probably have to do some running around after hours, and depending even call someone in to cover while I dash out, and tomorrow's gonna be super busy, s-so... but I'll definitely have it by tomorrow night! Before full dark! Th-that's when it's really Halloween, right?" she adds hopefully.\n\nYou think about that a bit more, then ask, "Okay, but so that I can make it to my party in time, do you think I could change here?"\n\n"Oh?" Nancy blinks... then looks relieved. "Oh, that should be fine! As long as you don't mind changing in one of the back rooms surrounded by decorations and stuff."\n\n"Alright, then, deal."\n\n"Okay! I'll see you tomorrow ni-, er, evening, sir! Evening for sure!"\n\nThe light is fading the next day as you drive back over to the store. You probably should have called to make sure that Nancy actually managed to make good on her promise, but you figure if not, it'll be a good way to pressure her into giving you a different costume for a good price. (Hey, you didn't get to be rich by just splurging money at every opportunity, you know?) You pull into the parking lot, which is surprisingly empty, but then you notice that there's a sign up that says they're supposed to be closed by now. But Nancy is already bustling forward to open the door as you get out of the car, waving you in.\n\n"Good news! I found some <i>great</i> quality body paint at another shop! The worker there practically <i>insisted</i> I take it when I said what it was for!" Nancy gushes as she locks the door behind you and leads you towards the back hallway. "It's the big tub of orange stuff on the second shelf. The top shelf has the masks, yours is the one on the far left. The rest of the costume is hung up on a hanger below. Um..." She pauses, then actually blushes as she adds, "I guess, um... call if you need any help putting it on hard-to-reach spots."\n\nYou pause, and glance at her, then mentally shrug it off. Of course she's the sort that thinks you'd need to cover your <i>entire</i> body and not just the stuff that shows. You step through the door and wait for her to close it behind you before looking around. It looks a bit more like they've been using this to take product photos than just as storage... there's a little pumpkin patch made up of decently authentic-looking fake pumpkins and hay bales, some haunted house type walls and arches, all that sort of stuff.\n\nYou quickly spot the shelves she meant too, with the top one bearing a row of three full-coverage pumpkin head masks, though you guess they're decently sturdy-looking enough that they might count as helmets. The one on the far left is the most 'generic' of the three, with a wide, leering grin and smugly wicked eyes... you guess the other two are for a potential Queen of Halloween costume, since one has a pink-purple face and the other has kitty ears. But just like she said, there's a scattering of body paint jars on the shelf below, one very large one of orange and a scattering of other colors as well. Hung up on a hook is what you have to admit is a very, impressively Halloween-y suit in shades of purple and black... it's somehow the perfect mixture of slightly gaudy and over-the-top and genuinely dashing and imposing. Yeah, looks like Nancy really does know her stuff.\n\nYou notice there's also a pair of pumpkin-and-spiderweb patterned boxers on the shelf... pft, apparently she wants you to feel Halloween-y right down to your drawers. There's a mirror too so that will be useful. You go ahead and strip down to your clothes, setting your phone on the shelf as you do. You stand there naked, briefly enjoying the sort of nervous thrill of being nude in someone else's space, before deciding to start by putting on the mask. You'll go from there seeing how much you really need to cover.\n\nThe mask fits surprisingly well, and you can see out of it decently enough, if not perfectly, and when you turn on the LEDs there's a bit of glare, but you'll manage. You glance at yourself in the mirror and laugh a bit at the sight of your naked body topped by that leering pumpkin head, before reaching for the body paint, setting the large jar in your palm and starting to unscrew the lid.\n\nThe cap pops off and lifts away at almost the same time your phone chimes up with a bit of 'Night on Bald Mountain' to announce the official onset of Full Dark on Halloween in Deviville. You glance over at it, then down at the paint container... then jerk a bit in shock as the surface of the bodypaint ripples in the container. That's all the warning you get before it suddenly leaps out of the container like a thing alive, splatting heavily against your chest and starting to spread.\n\n"H-hey!" you blurt, dropping the now empty container and staggering back, pawing at the stuff as it ripples and slides across your skin. But unfortunately, whatever it's doing it's still <i>paint</i>, and all smacking at it and trying to grab it does is smear it further across your body and all over your hands, where it starts sliding up your arms. You trip over one of the pumpkins and fall backwards heavily onto the ground, briefly knocked insensate as the stuff continues sliding over your body. You can feel it, cool and slick and smooth stroking over your chest and sides and belly, actually seeming to broaden out and giving you a very slight paunch more like some muscleman daddy than the trim young guy you are, besides adding further bulk to your arms and legs. It engulfs your cock, which hardens as the paint slides along it, growing far longer and thicker than usual.\n\nYou come to yourself and try to struggle, but suddenly the plastic vines of the fake pumpkins animate, coiling around your body and hugging tight, holding you still as the paint apparently finishes its work. It slides along your feet, turning them large and hefty, and your hands growing thick-fingered and large. You try futilely to squirm away from it as it slides up your neck and finds the touch of the mask, and you try to cry out as the mask suddenly seems to press inward and fill in, all the hollow parts suddenly no longer hollow and leaving it pressing against your face, pressing against you, into you, the plastic rippling and twisting and then ceasing to be plastic, becoming a dappled, slick gourd shell.\n\nYou relax slowly, your glowing leer of a mouth letting out a contented sigh as the embrace of the now very real pumpkin vines around you turns into more of a caress. "Ahhh, yes," you rumble in a deep, fearsome, and heavily amused voice. "That's <i>much</i> better."\n\nThere's a sudden knock on the door, and a timid call of, "Mister? Are you okay in there? It sounded like you fell."\n\n"Oh I'm fine, Nancy, but do come on in, I need your help!" you call breezily, tucking your hands behind your new pumpkin head and just sprawling where you are, showing off your newly perfected body as, after a bit of hesitation, she opens the door and steps in... and gives a loud squeak of surprise, clapping her hands over her mouth and her eyes widening.\n\n<img src="images/KoH.png">\n\n"I'm so glad you're here, Nancy, I did turn out to need some help after all," you say. "You see..."\n\n<hr>\n[["A king needs his queen."|BudKOH]]\n\n[["I'll be needing a steed."|BudKOH]]\n\n[["Halloween requires black cats."|BudKOH]]\n\n[["This pumpkin patch isn't sincere enough."|BudKOH]]\n\n[["I haven't had any candy all Halloween!"|BudKOH1x1]]

Eh you'll just let them decide. You pour three shots of the Applejack, go ahead and dump yours into your cider, and put everything else on the tray before heading back out into the living room. "Okay girls, got those cookies and some cider. I also brought out some shots of Applejack, your call on if you're old enough for those," you add, noting that the catgirl has settled herself in on the couch and the witch has claimed the chair on that side, both of them looking interested as you set the tray down on the coffee table.\n\nBoth of them get up and bend over a bit to examine the tray, prompting you to avert your eyes a bit as the witch's skirt rides up some and the catgirl, well, hangs out as she has been the entire time. Both of them seem to carefully consider the shots, before glancing at you in almost unison. Then both grin cheekily and pick up the shot glasses, moving them to dump both into your glass of cider.\n\nYou purse your lips a little as they straighten up and look at you with smug expectation. That's obviously a challenge if you ever saw one. ... Well, whatever. It's three shots of booze, you're not going to be shown up by a pair of smirky (if very hot) kids. Just to issue your own challenge, you sit down directly in the middle of the couch as if to claim it, then pick up the glass and take a sip. (Oof. Is this stuff stronger than you remember it being?) You blush a little bit when the girls sit down on either side of you rather than taking chairs instead, apparently ready to keep issuing and accepting challenges if you are.\n\nThe three of you start talking casually, about how their Halloween's gone so far, if the candy's been good, if they're planning on going to a party later or something, all that sort of light stuff that's mostly just passing the time as they nibble cookies and you sip your drink. Though it... really feels like this stuff is starting to hit you. You find that the conversation's soon moved into things that you probably wouldn't normally talk about with two teenagers... what you do for a living, where your money comes from, your friends, your ex-girlfriends. If you were more clear-headed you might notice the girls gradually snuggling up to you and subtly urging you on on that front, but your now somewhat addled brain just processes the feeling of nice tits pressing against your arms and sweet voices urging you to talk and you find yourself recounting several rather graphic exploits of days gone by, the memory and the stimulation getting you hard as you regale the girls with various sex romps.\n\nEventually you wrap up a story and are just sort of sitting there, drifting on a pleasant haze of memories and inebriation, when you feel a hand blatantly rubbing your stiff prick through your jeans. You stare down in a bit of a daze as you watch the blonde girl's fingers stroking lightly over the outline of your cock through the denim, before cupping around it and giving a squeeze. "Gee, Buddy, you certainly have been a wonderful host tonight," she coos in your ear, making you wonder sort of numbly if you ever got around to telling them your name. You must have, in fact haven't you told them... a lot? You're still struggling a bit to think when she makes it even harder (in more ways than one) by just casually tugging open the button of your jeans and sliding the zipper down, one more tug at the button on the front of your boxers letting your dick spring free. Her soft, delicate hand wraps around it utterly shamelessly. You shiver all over as she starts stroking you, her hand moving smoothly up and down, pausing to turn it a bit and rub a fingertip over the very tip of it to smear around some of the pre she's urged out.\n\n"Offering us drinks so politely, telling fun stories, keeping us entertained, and loooook you have a nice big cock too," she coos right in your ear, while her friend gives a rather kittenish giggle and literally nuzzles at your neck on the other side. "I thiiiink I should give you a reward. Hm... now, do you want whatever I think you should geeeet... or do you want to fuck my kitty?"\n\nYour brain tries to process if she's actually offering to climb on top of you now, when the catgirl giggles again and gives a soft little "Mew~" right in your ear. ... Oh that's what she means.\n\n"I will say my kitty is veeeery precious to me, and fucking her will absolutely change your life, so be warned!" the blonde adds while blowing a soft stream of air right into your ear, her hand giving the middle of your shaft a gentle squeeze.\n\n<hr>\n[[Whatever she wants to give.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[Fuck the kitty.|BuddyOct25x2]]\n\n[[No this is wrong!|BuddyOct]]

"Pft, 'trick or treat', yeah right," you say with a snort. "C'mon, which agency are you girls from?"\n\n"... Eh?" they both say, blinking.\n\n"Which of the guys from the tech forums put you up to this? Was it Teddy? I bet it was Teddy. How much are you getting for this little stunt, the usual hourly?"\n\nThe witch's nose wrinkles. "Do you think we're... prostitutes?"\n\n"I mean, c'mon, you're both too old to be <i>real</i> trick-or-treaters, and she's practically naked, and from the way that dress sits you're probably not wearing panties," you scoff.\n\nThe witch's face turns red in a way that says you've probably guessed correctly, spluttering a little as she says, "Of, of all the nerve!"\n\n"Sorry, sorry," you chuckle. "So what, you wanna go through with it, or...?"\n\nThe two of them stare at you, then exchange a brief glance with each other. Nodding to one another, they look back at you, the witch raising her wand, which you admit does an impressive job of glowing and actually looking pretty magical for a moment. "Zippity zappity zoot," she declares evenly before flicking it towards you.\n\n"Ha ha what's that supposed to-" Your teeth click together, the candy bowl dropping to the floor and spilling its contents across the entryway as your arms snap to your sides, your legs coming together and back going ramrod straight. You try to move, but can barely even twitch, your whole body upright and stiff... and, you realize, glowing faintly purple.\n\n"Of all the nerve," the catgirl huffs, thumping her pawlike hands to her bare hips, her tail flicking behind her in a way that's definitely too realistic for an accessory.\n\n"Some people just can't be polite," the witch says breezily as she shakes her wand again, the spilled candy glowing as it moves back into the bowl, the bowl lifting up and drifting out to rest on the welcome mat, a sign appearing next to it before clear lettering reading 'Take one (or get cursed)' writes itself on it. "Now you, into the living room," she commands, pointing at you with her wand.\n\nYou find yourself spinning on your heel and literally marching, stiff-kneed and stiff-elbowed, into the house, looking for all the world like one of those old nutcrackers. Your knees only bend when the witch calls "Sit!" and you turn and drop down onto the couch, still otherwise unable to move, just watching the pair approach with wide eyes.\n\n"Now, how shall we punish him?" the witch muses aloud as she and her catgirl accomplice come to stand in front of you, one on either side, your heart starting to pound as she wags that glowing wand a bit more. "I think he needs to learn a lesson about being a pretty girl on Halloween. Maybe I ought to turn him into a bombshell in a sexy costume, do you think?"\n\n"Ohhh, I don't know, I kind of think he should pay for that 'naked' crack," the catgirl says with a smirk, leaning forward and giving her shoulders a little shimmy, her practically bare breasts wobbling in front of your face. "Iiiii think you oughtta turn him into a cute little catboi, and he can come trick-or-treating with us! Let him walk around showing off a pretty little femboy body that's barely even got any fur, see how he likes people thinking he must be a slut for it!"\n\n"Oho, not bad, sweetness," the witch coos, reaching over to scratch the catgirl behind an ear, her eyes closing as she gives a happy 'mya~'. "Well, alright, in the spirit of trick-or-treat let's ask him! So what will it be, fella? My trick, or hers?" the witch asks, flicking her wand towards you.\n\nYou can feel your jaw and tongue unclench, though the rest of your body remains frozen. Apparently she only intends to let you talk and pick your punishment.\n\n<hr>\n[["S-... sexy lady?"|BuddyOct]]\n\n[["... Catboi?"|BuddyOct27x1]]\n\n[["Can't I give you a treat instead?"|BuddyOct26x2]]\n\n[["You're <i>magical</i> hookers?!"|BuddyOct]]

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"Hm?" Ayako blinks, looking aside, then gives a soft 'oh' as she spots the blinking light. "I must have left it on silent after the movie last night," she says, picking it up and unlocking the screen, then hitting the button for her voicemail and putting it to her ear. You watch as she makes a bit of a face, then sighs and clicks the phone off as she stands. "My sister is having a bit of a drama meltdown and needs some support, apparently. I'm sorry, guys, I don't even know how long I'll be," she says as she heads over to the door to get her jacket.\n\nLaura frowns, but says, "It's okay, hon, I know how these things can be. You get her taken care of."\n\n"It's fine, stuff happens," you add, waving a bit as Ayako gives you both a nod, then hurries out of the door.\n\n"Well, shoot." Laura sighs heavily, then shrugs and grins ruefully at you. "Family, what can you do? Ayami's drama meltdowns can be legendary, who knows how long Ayako will be? I guess we'd better act like we're on our own for the time being. So, any thoughts on what we could do?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Oh, a few...|BudBless]]\n\n[[Whatever sounds good to you!|BudBless]]

"Do... what you say," the girls repeat back, with their varying tones. (Actually, maybe it's just your imagination, but it sounds like Nanako's vaguely outraged even in the trance. But she doesn't seem to be coming around or arguing, so.)\n\n"That's right, because I own this place. That means if you want to continue living here, you need to listen to me. I'm-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-the landlord."|Austin]]\n\n[["-the man of the house."|Austin6x4]]

"Sure, show me around," you say cheerfully.\n\nAyako takes you around the apartment, showing you the kitchen, the media room, the guest room, and her and Laura's bedroom. (Hopefully somewhere that you'll be seeing more of before the day is over.) It's all beautifully and exquisitely decorated, of course, but then that is what Ayako herself does when she's working. Right about the time she's finished showing you around and the two of you return to the main room, the door is opening and Laura is stepping back in, carrying a pizza box in both hands.\n\n"False alarm, call got canceled," she announces as she sets down the box and her purse then shrugs out of her coat, hanging it up on one of the pegs by the door. She smiles as she heads over. "Looks like things won't be delayed for that long after all! And while I was at it, I remembered that Buddy particularly likes that pizza place a block over, so I figured I'd grab a pizza from there and save us all some trouble for my delay."\n\n"How lucky," you say breezily, grinning.\n\nAll of you settle in the living room to eat, chatting pleasantly in a 'passing the time until we can do actual activities' way, until eventually the box is closed and Laura settles back on the couch, snuggling up a little against Ayako's side and slipping an arm around her. "So! What shall we do?" she asks, grinning. "Listen to some music, watch a movie, go out?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Oh, I have an idea..."|BudBless]]\n\n[["I know what I'd like to watch!"|BudBless]]\n\n[["Go out, huh?"|BudBless4x1]]\n\n[["Hey, is Ayako's cellphone blinking?"|BudBless3x2]]\n\n[[Hm... how far could you really go...?|BudBless6x1]]

"Absolute obedience," the three girls echo back.\n\n"That's right. Since I'm the man of the house, you're going to do whatever I say, whenever I say it." You've definitely gone way beyond what you were originally intending, caught up in the thrill of their compliance. It's just... so <i>easy</i> to make these demands of them! "Whether you want to or not, you'll do it, because you know it's the right thing to do." You consider for a moment, then add, "In fact, whenever you obey me, you'll realize how easy it is to do it and how right it feels. That it feels kind of good, really. And the next time you obey it will feel even easier, even more right, and make you feel even better. And every time you obey it will just get that much easier to do what I say without thinking and feel more natural to you."\n\n"Obeying is easy. Obeying feels right. Obeying feels good," the three of them repeat, now almost perfectly in sync with each other.\n\n"That's right. Okay, girls, now even though all these lessons will sink in and still apply, you won't remember hearing any of this. You'll remember watching and really enjoying the movie, and that's it." You pick up the remote and hit the 'Stop' button, the screen turning off and going back to the bluray player's home screen. All three girls blink a little, the glassy look in their eyes gradually clearing as Shizue blinks and straightens up, Motoko yawns and stretches her arms, and Nanako rubs at her eyes.\n\n"Man, that was a good movie, but it felt kinda long, I was getting tired there," Nanako complains.\n\n"Mm, I feel pretty good now though!" Motoko chirps.\n\n"Thank you for bringing us this movie, Austin, you're being a very good provider for us," Shizue adds, bowing a little from where she's sitting.\n\n"Ah, yeah, I guess it's true we haven't really said thanks, not just for the movie but the roof over our heads," Motoko adds, sheepishly rubbing the back of her head.\n\n"S-sorry," Nanako mutters a bit sulkily, glancing downward and scratching a nail lightly at her cheek. "I mean... y-yeah, that wasn't very... respectful," she adds, unable to help making a bit of a face as if the word tasted bad.\n\n"That's fine," you answer with a grin, folding your arms. "As long as you understand. After all, I'm the man of the house. But now-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-you girls should clean up."|Austin]]\n\n[["-I need to check your panties."|Austin6x6]]

"You're... the man... of the house."\n\n"Right. It's just you three girls, and I'm the guy," you explain, unable to help grinning wider as you start in. You have a suspicion that this is going to be pretty effective. After all, despite their strong-willed natures, they're still from a society that's pretty mired in old-fashioned values of masculinity and femininity, and the roles thereof. "You live here in the house that I own rent-free, while I have all the money. It's my responsibility to keep a roof over your head, isn't it?"\n\nThere's actually some faint, almost embarrassed-seeming squirming, before you get back "Yes", "Yeaaah", and "Uh-huh." My my, are they actually a little embarrassed even now? \n\n"So that's it. I'm the man of this house. I own this house. You three are girls who live here, rent-free, with me taking care of you and looking after you. That means you owe me your absolute-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-respect."|Austin]]\n\n[["-obedience."|Austin6x5]]

"W-whaaat?" Nanako squeaks, her entire face red. She looks a lot like she wants to haul off and punch you, but can't quite bring herself to.\n\n"Why... why would you need to...?" Shizue trails off, her cheeks aflame.\n\n"As man of the house, it's my responsibility to make sure you three are dressing properly," you say, using your best reasonable tone. "And that starts with checking your underwear."\n\n"Hm. Guess that makes sense," Motoko says, apparently having the lowest shame threshold. The other two stare as she stands up, her lips curling up slightly as she starts undoing her pants. "So just drop 'em or...?"\n\n"No, once you do, turn around and put your hands on the couch so I can get a good view," you answer, still keeping that even tone even as your heart starts racing.\n\nNanako and Shizue exchange a glance, but then seem almost as embarrassed not to while Motoko's busy shucking her jeans down her legs. Both of them stand up as well, Nanako's hands going to the side of her skirts waistband, while Shizue similarly starts undoing her pants, while between them Motoko turns around and bends over, bracing on the couch and jutting her rather full, round ass towards you. Her panties are obviously slightly old white cotton ones, washed many times and slightly too small, so that they've riding up in something of a wedgie but apparently soft and worn-in enough to not bother her by doing so. Shizue's red from neck to hairline by the time she steps out of her pants, turns around, and bends over, her own trim, slender ass highlighted by a surprisingly sexy black lace thong, almost bordering on a G-string really, little ruffles adorning the waistband above her sleek rear. Nanako's trembling a little as she drops her skirt to reveal white cotton panties as well, but obviously pretty fresh and new by the color and the way they fit her... and when she turns and bends over, they conform closely to the shape of her pert, perky rear all the same, still giving a good impression of the cleft of her buttocks.\n\n"Th-there!" Nanako blurts after barely a half second of all three of them bent over and on display. "Do... do we pass inspection?!"\n\nYou'd actually still been reveling in the sensation of amazement and power at them obeying such an order, as well as the display, and you're mildly annoyed with Nanako again for interrupting. Though you suppose she has a point... what now?\n\n<hr>\n[[That's enough.|Austin]]\n\n[[Change what panties they wear.|Austin]]\n\n[[Fuck one of them.|Austin]]\n\n[[Fuck all three of them.|Austin]]

"Certainly!" he replies cheerfully. "If you'd just remove your panties and lift the flap of your outfit?"\n\nOh, right, you guess that kind of is in the way, if just barely. You blush at the realization of what you're really asking a stranger to do, as well as what you're about to show them, but, well, you've come this far. Reaching to the sides of your hips you tug on the ties of the little white panties and pull them away, feeling your face heat as you keep them dangling from one hand while lifting the front flap of your skimpy ninja garb, displaying the smooth front of your crotch to the dick wizard as well as the plump lips of your bare pussy. He doesn't seem particularly interested, though, just keeping the same chipper smile as always as he steps in and presses the base of the gleaming golden phallus against the front of your crotch.\n\nYou give a loud gasp as you instantly <i>feel</i> it, including the warmth of his hands against it. You stare down between the valley of your tits and watch as the golden rubber melds itself up against your skin, even as it starts to take on a more fleshlike demeanor as well. The balls and the molded sheath area around the base of the shaft darken, and you feel the heavy droop and sway of your new testicles as they take form, already feeling overful and in need of emptying. The rest of the shaft similarly twitches and shudders as it becomes flesh and blood, taking on a less glittery golden color, but still with the same sort of general hue and near-gleam even as it shudders and the veins bulge gently. Your eyes roll a little and you let out a soft moan as the pretty dick mage strokes his hands lightly up and down the length as if just to test that it had fully finished its transformation. "Hm, yes, it seems that it's bonded to the rest of your code very well!"\n\n"Hhhhha... yes, it does," you reply breathily, but also happily. It's not just the pleasure of your new cock, which you reach down to give a few strokes yourself as the white-haired man steps back. You can feel that a change has come over your mind... shame has melted away into a confidence, a sureness of your own beauty and majesty, a sense of control and power. After a few more strokes, you concentrate, and slowly your erection flags, your new mighty horsecock drooping until it hangs swaying past your knees. Nodding firmly in assurance of your own control, you let the front flap of your outfit fall down, noting rather idly that it's altered itself to be just long enough to cover the full length of your majestic prick, albeit there is a rather obvious bulge in how the cloth drapes. "Thank you, good sir," you tell the wizard politely before turning and heading back towards the party, feeling your cock swaying between your legs, technically kept just out of sight by your outfit.\n\nYes, this cock will do quite admirably, you muse as you look out on the throng of attractive people of many descriptions. You're quite eager to try it out on someone and watch them give themselves over to the absolute and unparalleled pleasure of being fucked by you, the simple question is, who?\n\n<hr>\n[[Well, you came with a group...|BuddyFHP]]\n\n[[Just find a random attractive person.|BuddyFHP8x3]]\n\n[[Does not the hostess deserve the first turn?|BuddyFHP]]

You are an adult male between the ages of thirty and forty. You're pretty well established in life, and generally know who you are and what you're doing. You have a home of your own and a bank account.\n\n<b>[[David|DavidStart]]</b>: A 38-year-old male. You are fairly well-off, with a nice home, an upscale office job, and prudent investments. You have a very attractive wife and two teenage daughters.\n\n<b>[[Jack|JackStart]]</b>: A 39-year-old male. You made quite a bit of money in software programming, enough to live an upper-middle-class lifestyle without worries. You are the single father of a teenager.\n\n<b>[[Mike|MikeStart]]</b>: A 32-year-old regular joe. With no established job, you accept whatever work your temp agency sends you to, pretty much. You're a bachelor, and have no children.

"Hey, I'm perfectly happy putting all my attention on you, guy," you assure him fondly as you stand and walk over, ruffling his hair and leaving your hand resting on his head. "What do I need dating for when I've got you around to spend time with, hm?" you add with a smile.\n\nFor some reason he blushes, even his ears turning a little pink as he squirms. Deciding that maybe he's getting a little old for headpats, you take your hand back and fold your arms over your chest, just giving him a warm paternal look. After a moment, he clears his throat and says, "Oh, uh, I guess I understand that. Y-yeah, I get it," he adds in a bit of a murmur, before saying a quick "Gottagobye" and rushing back up the stairs.\n\n... Huh. Okay. Well, he's always been just a tad awkward, again you're pretty sure he'll grow out of it, you basically did after all. Putting the talk out of your mind for the moment, you decide to stop wasting time with channel surfing and actually do some programming, heading for your home office. You don't really think about it all that much for the rest of the day... Jack's fairly quiet at dinner, like he's got something on his mind, but you mostly attribute that to being absorbed in some MMO optimization or, hopefully, dating thoughts of his own. \n\nIt's not until much later, when you're lying in bed reading wearing just the simple loose shorts you usually sleep in, that you hear a tentative knock at your door. At your call of "Yeah?", Jackie pushes the door open and pokes his head in, then moves to stand in the doorway. He's wearing his own somewhat more modest usual sleepwear of lounge pants and a baggy long-sleeved black shirt, and rubs at his arm nervously as he stands there fidgeting a bit.\n\n"Uh, hey, Dad," he says after a moment. "Did you, uh... did you really mean what you said, about, y'know... not needing a girl if you've got me?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Yeah sure, bud."|JackBoy]]\n\n[["... Hm. C'mere."|JackBoy4x2]]

It sinks in what he's actually trying to ask, and after a moment, you mark your place in the book and set it aside, smiling and beckoning to him. "Hey, c'mere."\n\nJackie hesitates only briefly before walking over to the side of the bed and then, at your pat of the mattress beside you, clambering up onto it and moving over to you on all fours. At a few encouraging gestures, he lays down beside you, the lanky teenager settling in at your side and resting his head on your shoulder just like when he was little, allowing you to look at him from up close.\n\n"So when I said that today, it made you pretty happy, huh?" you start, your voice low and warm as his blush returns, coloring his cheeks and the tips of his ears.\n\n"Y-yeah," he admits softly, squirming against you a little. \n\n"Guessing maybe even if you were hoping I wasn't lonely, you didn't <i>really</i> want me to start dating again, hm?" you say, just a bit teasingly, as he ducks his head a little. "Maybe because you'd be jealous?"\n\n"... y-yeah..." he whispers softly, ducking his head against your chest a little.\n\n"So would you be jealous of the time I'd spend with her, you think?" you ask, even as you can feel him growing hard against your hip, his young dick stiffening and pressing against you through two layers of fabric. "Or you think you'd be jealous of <i>her</i>?" you murmur softly, leaning your face in a bit closer.\n\nSlowly, Jackie raises his head up, meeting your eyes. His teeth work his lower lip for a moment, before he whispers, "Jealous of her."\n\nYou let him be the one to lean up and kiss you, just so that he's sure. Only once he's worked up the courage to lean in and press his soft, slightly trembling lips to yours do you start to kiss him back, slowly and gradually deepening it. You let your lips draw back, keeping the kisses mostly soft even as you deepen them, gradually encouraging him to use his tongue. He gasps into your mouth as you turn just enough to be able to gently grasp his stiff prick in your fingers, rubbing it through the fabric of his pants. It takes several more moments for him to become bold enough to return the favor, resting his hand on the much larger, thicker outline of your shaft through your shorts, giving it a small squeeze.\n\nContinuing to kiss him, you hook a thumb into Jackie's waistband and pull it down, your son's cock springing free, his squirming and gentle writhing growing all the more as you wrap your hand around it directly and start pumping up and down slowly. He's apparently not quite bold enough to follow suit on that just yet, simply continuing to lightly grope your cock and balls through your shorts, though you can feel him throbbing in your hand with excitement whenever he feels your own dick twitch at his touch. After a time you shift around, pulling off your shorts yourself and tossing them aside, laying naked on the bed, then slipping Jackie's lounge pants down his slim hips until he takes the hint and squirms out of them, laying there in just his shirt for now, his breathing coming in soft pants against the skin of your shoulder as he lays there staring at you in desire.\n\n<hr>\n[[Suck his cock.|JackBoy]]\n\n[[Have him suck your cock.|JackBoy]]

"I guess I'll wait for him inside," you decide, pointing lightly to the elevator next to the desk and receiving a nod of confirmation. She tells you the floor, and you notice her tapping something at her desk as you step inside and hit the button. Huh, did the elevator need an access code? Seems kind of high security for a school building.\n\nThe elevator opens to a much smaller entry area, still with a few couches and chairs, and hallways extending out in three directions. You glance at the doors but none of them seem marked, so you're about to settle on one of the couches to wait when you hear some talking and beeping from one of the hallways. Curious, you head that direction, finally finding an open door to a large, high-ceilinged lab area. Inside are several people wearing lab coats, and one a bit more uniquely dressed, wearing a yellowish-green hoodie with the hood up, and a black sportscoat over that, along with plaid print pants. At your light knock in the door he turns, showing that he's wearing a dress shirt and tie under the hoodie, and has pale blonde hair and large-framed glasses. 'Wow, he's shorter than I am,' you can't help but think, though sourly note that even being decidedly on the 'cute' scale he's still less girly than you. Sigh.\n\n<img src="images/Gavin.jpg">\n\n"Ah, are you Gwyn?" he asks, reaching up to adjust his glasses. "Marius's friend, yes?"\n\n"Yeah, he mentioned me?"\n\n"He said you might be coming by, yes. My name's Gavin, I'm one of the head research students here." He smiles brightly and gestures to the machine he was working at the panel of a moment ago. It's a large circular platform with a raised railing around it, and several armatures with odd-shaped endings that have what look like lights or satellite dishes on them. "We're currently in the middle of figuring out how this works."\n\n"Uh... can't you just ask whoever built it?" you ask, feeling a little stupid even as you say it, since it seems pretty unlikely that wouldn't have occurred to them.\n\n"Mm, unfortunately it's a bit more complicated than that," Gavin explains, cupping his chin as he turns back to the device. "This machine has a long and convuluted history, so that's where the 'investigative' part of our little department here at the school comes in. We're the top scientific students here, and if we can provide more information on things like this or, hopefully, reverse engineer its useful functions, it will not only secure our graduation with honors but provide a path to success in our careers going forward. As you can imagine, we're all a bit eager to show we're making progress."\n\n"Huh. I'll bet," you agree, since it seems the thing to say.\n\n"Ooo, actually, since you're waiting, why not help us out a little?" he suggests brightly, making you very nervous with both his sudden enthusiasm and the way he gestures to a gap in the railing. "Could you do me a huge favor and just step up onto the machine? This will only take a few minutes!"\n\n"Er." You take a half-step back. "Are you... seriously asking me to be a guinea pig?"\n\n"Don't worry, as far as we've been able to determine the machine is completely safe," he says without missing a beat, smiling and reaching over to pat your arm. "Go on, get up there! It's for the cause of science!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Oh... fine.|Gwyn3x2]]\n\n[[Nuh-uh, no way.|Gwyn]]

Sighing heavily, you eye the contraption. "You're sure it's safe?"\n\n"I am positive to within a small margin of error that your life and health are not in danger," Gavin replies brightly.\n\nThat doesn't sound like the same thing, but whatever. Between him smiling at you and all the other students giving you pleading puppy dog eyes you can't quite resist. Tentatively, you step up onto the whitish metal of the platform and step forward, sort of instinctively avoiding the glowing lines and panels across the surface of it.\n\n"Alright, Gwyn, I'm going to power up the machine and set it into 'ready' mode!" Gavin announces as he works the controls, faint humming and whining noises starting from below your feet. "If you would, look to your right, you'll see a panel that should be in fairly easy reach, with a number of buttons on it."\n\nYou glance to your right, and sure enough jutting from the railing is a rectangular panel, with a number of square buttons in different colors on it. They're just lined up in a row, sort of like a kid's toy as opposed to actual controls. "Ah, yeah, I see it."\n\n"When I give you the word, push one of them!"\n\nYou look at him dubiously. "What, like, any of them? It doesn't matter?"\n\n"Well we need to figure out what all of them do! We've gotten this far in unlocking some of the machine's workings, such as using it as a scanner, but apparently most of its functions rely on having someone inside and pressing a button at the right time. Don't worry about it, I'm positive to within an acceptable margin of error that your life and health are not in danger!"\n\nWait, one of those words seems different than before.\n\nBefore you can protest, however, Gavin pulls a lever and the entire thing starts humming more loudly than before. "Okay! Quick, quick, press a button!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Press the pink button.|GwynTG1x1]]\n\n[[Press the silver button.|Gwynbot1x1]]\n\n[[Press the yellow button.|GwynTwin1x1]]\n\n[[Press the blue button.|Gwyn]]

So give up all modern conveniences, not to mention all the money you've made. Never see your friends and family again. Live out the rest of your life in some weird strange swords and sorcery world as an inhuman creature of legend?\n\n... On the other hand, being a dragon, so basically immortal, nigh-invincible, and powerful.\n\nWell, fuck.\n\n"Fine, I'll go to... another world, or whatever," you decide, shrugging and letting out a resigned sigh. "Better than living forever in this one always wondering if I'm gonna bump into the draconic equivalent of Biff Tannen."\n\nLiam snickers and rubs your arm. "Hey, I think you'll do great there! I've spent a century or two in otherworlds, and they can be a ton of fun. Just relax for now," he says soothingly, and almost instantly you can feel a pleasant, numb fogginess settling over your mind. "I'll put you and the girls to sleep, and when you wake up, all three of you will be in a new world, ready for a fresh start," he continues, his voice growing distant as you sink down into unconsciousness.\n\nYou shift in your sleep, feeling various muscles twitch and roll and spread. Slowly, you open your eyes to darkness... that you can see perfectly well in. You're in a large stone cavern, with a single tunnel leading out of it. Off to one side, a waterfall splashes down into a shallow pool of water that has a small stream coming off of it that disappears through a smallish hole in the rock. Laying near you are Dana and Cara, and a small stack of other items... and all of them seem very small? You slowly raise to your feet, not really thinking about the way you're moving until you realize how different and yet natural it feels. You turn your head on a much longer, more agile neck than you're used to, and take a look at your body.\n\nWell, you're definitely a dragon. You feel fairly grateful that you're the 'traditional' type with four legs in addition to wings, instead of the wyvern build that seems so popular in fiction these days. Your front legs seem slightly more proportioned like arms, with extensions that are enough like opposable thumbs that you suppose any difference is inconsequential. You're black with red stripes running from the center of your back and hollow red splotches in amidst the stripes, and a series of short ridges running down your back. You spread your wings carefully, finding that there's actually plenty of room in the cavern for it. You're really not sure how big you are, but judging by how big you seem in comparison to the girls, you'd definitely have to say... well, 'giant'. Spotting a slip of paper next to the pile of things with the girls, you peer down at it, thinking you'd like to have some light even if you can see fairly well without it. As if answering the thought, a ball of pure white luminence appears floating in the air above the pile, making it much easier to read the note, even if it's human-sized and requires you to stare from a distance.\n\n'Didn't want you to go into things completely emptyhanded, so I included some clothes for the girls as well as basic supplies, mostly for them, and one magic sword because hey why not, help you get started on a new hoard. Have a nice life! - L'\n\nThat was nice of him, you suppose, before you get distracted as the girls start to shift on the stone floor, perhaps roused by the light. "Mm, Master?" Cara murmurs as she comes around, echoed a moment later by Dana as she too opens her eyes. (Looks like Liam sent her glasses with her too, which was thoughtful of him.) Both of them sit up, then notice you and start visibly, before staring. Apparently, however, whatever bond you've forged with them lets them recognize you, because instead of screaming in terror, Cara says, "Uh, Master... is that you?"\n\n"Yup, it's me." Your voice is... well, yours, but moreso. It reverberates and fills the entire cavern, even if you still sound like you.\n\n"What happened? Where are we?" Dana asks as she reaches up to adjust her glasses with her fingertips, looking around what of the cavern is lit by your light magic.\n\n"Ehm. Short version. A lot of stuff happened, and now I'm a dragon and we had to move to a fantasy world and start life over. You two came with me because you're my slaves and part of my treasure hoard," you explain bluntly, since it seems best to get everything out of the way.\n\n"... Huh," Cara says after a moment, standing up and rubbing the back of her neck. "That's a hell of a thing. But... if it's what you want..."\n\n"Yes, despite all rationality insisting that I should be terrified and outraged beyond all rationality, I find myself rather sanguine about the matter," Dana agrees as she rises to her own feet, folding her arms beneath her breasts and causing them to press together and lift up. "The idea of being your property fills me with contentment and pleasure, so if you've decided we'll start a new life in another world, by all means, let's do so, Master."\n\nThat's... strange and sexy as fuck. You can feel your body reacting eagerly to their shows of submission and trust, a very new sensation of your body shifting and allowing your cock to slide... well, out of you. Grinning with your new muzzle, you let out a soft chuckle. "Well then! I guess we ought to start our lives in the new world with some fun, wouldn't you say?" you declare as you reach out, easily picking one girl up in each hand and rolling onto your back. Dana and Cara both give squeaks of surprise at being picked up like dolls... and much more excited whimpers as they see the massive cock now jutting up from between your legs. It's slick and pink-purple, and easily larger than either of them. It has a ridge of bumps running up the top and bottom, and a large swollen knot at the base, while the tip tapers to a blunted point. You bring both naked women together, effectively sandwiching your huge dragon dick between them as they wriggle and buck in your hands. Both your slaves immediately do their best to wrap their arms and legs around your shaft, relatively tiny lips and tongues going to work on whatever of it they can reach as you start rubbing them up and down, feeling their bodies (and especially those big-little tits) rub against your sensitive flesh. It's like they really are your sex toys, and eager to be so, both of them moaning and bucking and writhing orgasmically as they do their best to worship a cock much longer than they are tall.\n\nAs you gradually grow closer and closer, you eventually just take your hands away and let them settle into place, allowing them to worship the pillar of flesh as they will. Both are effectively sitting on your knot, grinding their sodden pussies against it, their fronts covered with the natural slickness your draconic penis apparently exudes. Their hands and feet rub against the bumps of your shaft adoringly, sending shivers through your massive form. Eventually your own long, agile tongue lolls out as you let yourself go, your cock literally fountaining gallons of cum into the air, the girls squealing and moaning in abject delight as they're completely and utterly showered with thick, warm, sweet-spicy dragon jizz.\n\nA bit later both are standing under the waterfall washing off, with you enjoying the view as they do, the tip of your tail twitching as you consider the earlier interesting sensations. It's Cara who turns towards you, brushing her wet hair back from her face. "So what next, Master?"\n\n"Hm, maybe some shapeshifting... or I've got this idea for adaptation magic, I wonder if I could actually fuck one of you at this size...?"\n\nCara's face goes red as she freezes in place briefly, then she quickly raises her hand to wave it. "Ah, not what I meant. ... I mean that's hot as fuck and the idea of you stuffing that entire thing inside me despite it being bigger than I am just made me cum a little, but not what I meant. I mean our next move for our new life."\n\n"Right, right," you murmur, almost scolding yourself a bit. You're actually rather glad she's here... she's got a scheming mind at least as good as your newly draconic one, and it'll be good to have her to keep you on track. "That next move."\n\n"It does behoove us to consider the future, at least the immediate future, Master," Dana adds, scrubbing a film of cum off of her arm as the waterfall's spray splashes onto her tits. "Do you have any thoughts?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Blending in with society.|GwynDI]]\n\n[[Establishing dominance.|GwynDI]]\n\n[[Scouting the area.|GwynDI]]

You hunch in your jacket against the cold, muttering to yourself. You should have known better than to move to Windigo, even if one of your buddies said he could get you into Joanna Marone's organization. It's blazing hot in the summer and freeze-your-balls-off cold in the winter. And a lot of guys tell stories... freaky stories about fairytale monsters and shit that supposedly lurks in alleyways and sewers and under bridges. You'd think it was ridiculous if it wasn't big tough dudes with guns and suits telling the stories, which just makes it either more ridiculous or fucking terrifying, depending on if you're alone in the dark at the time you start thinking about it.\n\nBut you're not alone in the dark right now... it's noon on a Wednesday in the middle of October, and snow has already threatened to rear it's head. You've been assigned to work a crappy part of town near a nice part of town, which is usually a great place to sell drugs, but today's just been dry, dry, dry. Cold must be keeping all the junkies in their crackhouses. You lean more heavily against the alley wall, wondering if you're going to have to make excuses to your immediate boss yet again today.\n\nAs you're thinking that, a figure comes shuffling up the sidewalk towards you. A very small figure in a very big coat. In fact as it gets closer, you can make out a little face and freckles underneath the knit cap with a private school logo on the front. You recognize it, it's on the gates of a school that's in the nice part of town nearby, which would explain how the kid got here, even if he's probably been walking since the schoolbus dropped him off. He looks about twelve or so, and shifty and nervous as hell.\n\nStill, he apparently spots you and makes a beeline... a slightly too eager beeline, but you suppose what he lacks in subtlety he makes up for in character judgment. He stares at you nervously for a few moments, puffing out cold breaths, then murmurs, "Uh, so man, you got, like... a dimebag? And maybe some E?"\n\nYou eye the little bundle of rich boy in front of you. "Lady" Marone really, really hates it when kids get involved in crime. You yourself are just barely old enough to have not gotten a pat on the head and a drive back to your parents for showing up in her city looking for work. She's promised swift and terrible retribution against anyone who gets a kid hurt or sells drugs to kids in Windigo... doesn't matter who they work for, including herself.\n\nOn the other hand, your direct boss, who <i>also</i> works for her, has really been pushing you to sell your stuff. You could easily doublecharge, or even triplecharge this little rich kid and he'd probably pay it without blinking. Probably no one would ever know, and even if someone somehow found out, you could just plead ignorance or blame your boss for pushing you.\n\n<hr>\n[[Sell him the stuff.|YPMaroneplaceholder]]\n\n[[Tell him to fuck off.|YPMaroneplaceholder]]\n\n[[Kids don't belong here.|YPMarone1x1]]

"Honestly, I think I'd feel more comfortable releasing you," you say. "I mean, not that I don't appreciate you or anything, but-"\n\n"But a wish doesn't hurt either, hm?" Murielle winks at you as she lays a finger along her cheek, just a faint hint of sadness in her eyes as she nods. "But I understand. If nothing else, you want to forge your own way in the world, and that's commendable. Alright, young master, I suppose I should ask what your wish is, then? As I said, if it's within my power to grant it I will, but I warn you that I certainly don't have the ability to bring about things like world peace or raising the dead. ... At least, not in any way you'd be likely to approve of," she adds, making a face.\n\nYou hadn't really been considering asking her to raise the dead, but it definitely sounds like any attempt to do so would be of the more 'zombie' variety than anything. ... Huh, you notice she didn't say anything about making people fall in love with you, which is usually one of those other rules you hear associated with wishes. Maybe she can do that? A lot of things start tumbling through your mind. What to ask for?\n\n<hr>\n[[Love.|AustinElf]]\n\n[[Sex.|AustinElf]]\n\n[[Attractiveness.|AustinElf]]\n\n[[A grand adventure.|AustinElf]]

Hmmm... cute kitty ears, tail, and collar... might be a little much. You're pretty sure the rest of it will be plenty. \n\nYou uncap the orange body paint and eye it... then shrug. Seems like normal stuff. You start to apply it, then spot something on the shelf that you guess goes on first. Somewhat ruefully, you take the pair of fake breast forms, dabbing at the shallow concave sides with a thumb. Already had some sort of sticky stuff applied. When you press them into place, they stay put, so. You pick the paint back up, opening it, and then starting to scoop it out and smear it on.\n\nIt goes on surprisingly easy, and with a bit of stretching and some ingenuity about how you reach (and the use of a small stretch-handled silicon spatula that was left out), you're soon orange neck-to-almost-toe. You poke at yourself a few times, wondering if it will ruin the clothes once you put them on. Eh, seems fairly non-smear, but not like you're going to wear the stuff again anyway, probably. You snicker at the silly sight of yourself orange from the neck down and with a pair of large, otherwise featureless breast shapes on your chest, before you start putting on the rest of it. \n\nYou start with the panties, since that seems obvious. You blush a little as you realize they have a sort of cup on the interior for your cock and balls to fit into, and that on the outside of said cup there's basically a mock cameltoe... geez, that's a little embarrassing. But, on they go, riding high on your orange hips and up your orange buttcheeks, sigh. You pull on the spiderweb stockings next, feeling more sheepish as they do give your legs a bit more of a feminine curve. Then the top goes on over your breast forms... wow, that actually winds up looking fairly realistic. You know, if they weren't plastic pumpkin colored. (Well actually you have to admit, the color of the body paint is somehow perfect, richly orange and deep and yet still hitting that absolute perfect "Halloween orange" look like the eternal plastic candy bucket.)\n\nAfter that you step into the skirt and haul it up, fastening it. ... Yup, girly hips and rear now, check. You pull on the boots and fasten them up, then notice there's some shoulder-height fingerless gloves on the shelf, too, and pull those on. You add the cape, then finally slide the pumpkin head on over your own, flicking the little hidden switch, the pink-purple LEDs glowing to life.\n\nYou examine yourself in the mirror. ... Yeah, not bad. Honestly no one's even going to realize who you are if you don't tell them, probably. You honestly could pass for a woman in this, you're pretty sure, if you don't talk... and no one gave your boobs a squeeze hard enough to make one come off, heh. As you're snickering at that mental image, your phone starts playing the musical alarm you set up to indicate what time the last of the light was supposed to be out of the sky.\n\nImmediately the lights on the inside of the pumpkin mask start glowing brighter, and brighter. "Wha?" you blurt, before flinching as they just keep growing brighter. You flick the switch, but it does nothing, so you grab hold of the mask and try to pull it off.\n\nIt won't budge!\n\nYou thrash and struggle, trying to get the mask off but finding that it simply won't move an inch even as the light keeps getting brighter and brighter, feeling like it's not just blinding you but seeping in through your eyes and into your brain. Even as it does you can feel your body beginning to change, the orange paint taking on a fresh glisten and starting to smooth out, becoming more... pumpkin-like, the mask doing the same under your hands.\n\nYou feel the strange sensation of the breast molds actually joining to your chest and then starting to grow outward, turning hard and taking on ridges, starting to become like big, hefty <i>pumpkins</i> as they burst through the front of the top and leave it clinging to the undersides, the faint hints of nipples on the previously fake tits turning thick and hefty and being half-engulfed by the stiff gourdlike globes, forming inverted nipples peeking out.\n\nAt the same time your hips, ass, and thighs all begin to swell, growing larger and rounder, the skirt quickly stretched to its limit and bursting first at the fastening button and then at the ties, dropping away from your newly wide hips, your gradually more thunderous thighs stretcing the stockings and tearing fresh holes in them as they struggle to cling.\n\nThe cup that had been holding your cock and balls presses harder, and harder, and harder against you, pushing them further against you until it feels like they're just going away as the mock cameltoe molds itself to your body and then turns the same bright, glistening orange as the rest of your body, the gleaming leather panties now open-crotched and framing an actual, if gourd-skinned pussy, the back strap disappearing into your newly generous prize-winning pumpkin posterior.\n\nIt feels like your fingers are stretching and wriggling in your panic, growing longer and almost tentacle-like as you pull at the mask. And then there's a final, intense burst of pink-purple light that seems to consume the world.\n\nSlowly, you lower your hands from your head, long fingers wiggling a bit. Then your carved mouth curls up wider in a grin as you turn to the mirror, letting out a gleeful cackle and raising your hands, summoning purple flames and dancing specters to circle your long wriggling fingers and wreath your palms as you gaze upon your true form.\n\n<img src="images/QoH1.jpg">\n\n"Gyeeeeeheheheheheheh! Let's get this Halloween started! The Queen is here, after all!"\n\nYou look over towards the door as there's a fortuitous knock, Nancy's voice starting to call out, "Sir? Is everything al-"\n\nYou flick a hand out and yank it, the door flying open revealing Nancy standing there with her hand still raised from knocking, shock turning to terror as she sees what's obviously not just a man in a costume in front of her. But before she can move you give your other hand a curl and lift, and her body is surrounded by a faint purple glow just before she's yanked off her feet and across the floor to you, the woman letting out a scream that cuts off as you angle her face-to-pumpkin with you.\n\n"Now now, Halloween is for screaming, but we haven't even gotten started yet, my sweet," you coo to her, curving your carved mouth into a pucker and bumping it against her trembling lips. "Don't go wasting all your best screams with dark having just set in! It's going to be a long, long night after all... possibly eternal, if I have my say! Gyeheheheheh!"\n\n"Wh-... wh-... wh-..." she whimpers.\n\n"What," you prompt her, making a beckoning gesture.\n\n"..." Perhaps her terrified brain hadn't quite gotten that far, because she hangs there looking blank for a second before she manages, "What... do you want?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Why, to play tricks!"|BudQOH]]\n\n[["Why, to make treats!"|BudQOH]]\n\n[["Why, I need a steed!"|BudQOH]]\n\n[["Why, I want my king!"|BudQOH]]

Of course, Liam doesn't turn you back after he's fucked Alexa, but you had only the faintest hope that he would. After spending the whole night with you getting soaked with pussy juice and boycum and saliva (especially when Liam crumples you up and stuffs you in Alexa's mouth, leaving you feeling bunched-up as your girlfriend's hot, wet mouth does finally close around you, her tongue does work against you, and all while you're muffling her screams as she's fucked by another man), Liam tosses you in the wash with the rest of his delicates, leaving you swirling through hot water, tumbled helplessly around, hung up on display in his room as you dry, and then tossed in amidst all the other delicate, lacey, pretty things and closed up in his drawer. 'I wonder how many other of these are people?' you wonder in the darkness... but of course, with no way to talk or communicate or move, you have absolutely no way of knowing or finding out. In fact all you can do is lay there, still and motionless, unable to see and hear nothing, gradually becoming numb to the feel of silk and cotton and satin around you.\n\nTurns out that it's incredibly boring being a pair of panties. So boring that, in fact, it doesn't take long for you to start hoping that whenever Liam opens up the drawer to rifle through for a pair of panties to wear that he'll pick you just for a change of pace. Of course then when he does you're reminded what it's like... being wrapped around his cock and balls and pressed up against his pucker so that it's like you're constantly simultaneously deep-throating him, sucking his sack into your mouth, rimjobbing his ass, and getting fucked by him in the most helpless position possible. And it's like that the entire time he wears you, leaving you feeling humiliated and used. But then after being washed and tucked back in the darkness of the drawer, you can't help but yet again begin longing to be pulled out and slipped on and worn again.\n\nAfter all it's at least a little less boring, being inside Liam's pants or shorts or skirt (you like when he wears a skirt, at least you get to see the ground and feet and feel the breeze on you). And it definitely mixes it up when he fucks people while wearing you, watching their faces bob over his prick, feeling their saliva soak into you or lips and mouth stroke over you as they work his balls through your satin, sometimes even licking against your back as they tongue his ass through or to the side of your back strap. Eventually, just by sheer repetition and the cycle of looking forward to being active and not in the drawer, you start looking forward to being soaked with cum or girljuices or spit, or especially stuffed inside a mouth or other holes for a bit of lewd fun, even getting to feel cocks more actively rubbing or pounding against you.\n\nThe extra excitement is when Liam occasionally loans you out, and you get to listen to other people coo what a pretty pair of panties you are and how perfectly you fit. After all, it's a whole new asshole for you to press up against and savor the smell and taste of, a new cock and balls to fit yourself up against, or a new pussy to hug tight up against and outline. Every so often you realize that you're becoming more and more lost in being a pair of panties, in actually enjoying being worn as clothing or used as a gag or a hole-stuffer, but you don't have many other options? It's that or the lonely darkness of the drawer, and isn't it better to be used, worn, and praised?\n\nMany years on, one day Liam opens the drawer and shuffles through, and always you feel a thrill of excitement every time his slender fingers brush over you. You feel even more excitement as he plucks you up in both hands and eyes you, but a sense of horror and devastation fills your flat satin body as he tsks. "\nThese are getting so worn," he muses, carrying you across the room. (Is it a different room than it used to be? Maybe. You've long stopped caring about things like that.) "Probably time to throw them out," he continues, holding you over a trash can.\n\nNo! No please! you plead desperately. Don't throw me away! I'm a good pair of panties! I'm such a pretty pair of panties! Don't I fit against your cock and your balls so good? Don't I feel so nice against your asshole and always sit on your hips so right? Doesn't everyone always tell you how nice I look on you? Don't throw me away, wear me! Or just use me as a cumrag, jerk off with me, just don't throw me away!\n\n"... Hm?" Liam pauses, tilting his head. "Was that a little bit of consciousness I felt? ... Ohhh, I must have made these," he muses, bringing you close and giving you a sniff, delighting you enough that you'd quiver in his fingers if you could. "Yes, these used to be human. Gosh, it's been so long that I forgot, but I guess if they lasted this long and fit so well they must have been. ... Well, if I can't even remember who you were, I must not be mad at you anymore," he declares. "Would you like to be human again, little thong?"\n\n... Human? Were you... were you ever human? You try to remember... human? You push back through all the times spent in the drawer... all the nights and months and years spent waiting to be taken out and worn. ... Human? Aren't... aren't humans the things that wear you? Yes, you want to be worn! You want to keep being a good pair of panties for your owner! Please, wear me! you think happily.\n\n"Heh heh, well, I can sense your desire, even if it's not really thinking proper thoughts anymore. Okay, okay, as you wish, you are a very pretty color of purple and it would be a shame to lose you," Liam declares, bringing you up to his face.\n\nIt's been so long since you could really moan that you don't even really remember it as something other than what the people around you do, but you do feel a sense of relief and ecstasy as Liam pushes you into his mouth, wadding you up and closing his lips around you. You can feel his saliva soaking into your satin, so hot and so wet and feeling so good as his tongue strokes over your surface, sliding over you again and again, rubbing every part of you, sending that heat and that touch and that smell all through your form. Sadly he eventually does pull you out of his mouth, giving your flat form a flick to send the saliva spraying off of you, instantly drying you and leaving you dangling in his fingers, shiny and bright as the day you were made.\n\n"There! Good for at least another two centuries of wear, at least," Liam proclaims as he sweeps you to the floor and slips his feet through you, leaving you zinging with delight as he pulls you up, drawing you ever closer to that familiar, beloved, adored cock, that worshipful, soft, perfect sack, and his artful, glorious, delicious asshole. \n\nYou love being a pretty pair of panties. What else would you ever be?\n\n<b>Liam's Treasure</b> end - <i>Pretty Pair of Panties</i>

Nervous and afraid, you wait for the woman to approach, allowing her to press the injecter gun to your arm. Your vision quickly swims, and you barely have time to sit down on the floor before you fall, quickly dropping into sleep.\n\nWhen you come to, you're in an entirely different sort of room, this one starkly utilitarian with numerous tubes and pipes running along the walls, pieces of equipment with visible wiring and power chords gathered around. You're also still a large horse-man, and you find your arms and legs are encased in some sort of restraints coming from a large metal ring that holds you upright and roughly in a spread-eagled position. You're just as naked as you were, your long horselike cock dangling down and your balls hanging heavily. Your lengthened ears twitch at the sound of a clank from somewhere in the room, and the white-skinned girl soon emerges from behind a pile of equipment.\n\n"Oh, you're awake," she declares flatly, walking over. "I apologize for the state of this area, sometimes Science isn't always pretty at first. I imagine you have many questions. Unfortunately it looks like you don't quite yet have the hang of your new vocal chords... oh, also, I don't really want to answer your questions." She takes out her tablet and taps at the screen, and you can hear a few of the machines start up. "But I will tell you that we made some interesting discoveries while you were out. It would appear your body naturally filters almost all liquid intake and outputs it as Serum 47-B. We're not sure how yet, but Science will eventually clear that up. In the meantime, this will save us a signficant amount in production costs on further experiments involving 47-B, as rather than the costs of chemicals and operating machines to mix them properly, we only need these vastly more simple machines for running water through you."\n\nYour eyes widen as you realize what she's saying. They have no intention of curing you... instead they're going to use you as some sort of <i>factory</i>! Your horror rises in a distinctly different way as she steps forward and starts stroking your shaft, provoking sensations of pleasure, but not so much as a twitch or swelling in response. "Obviously it will be much easier to harvest liquid output this way. Oh, don't worry, you weren't going to be using it for anything else anymore. Let's get started, shall we?" She presses her tablet screen again, and a set of robot arms lowers down a long, thick black rubber tube with a blunt end. You toss your head in resistance, but another robot arm grabs you by the back of the head, forcing you to be still as the tube is pushed into your muzzle and then down your throat.\n\nYou gag on it as it's shoved deeper and deeper, wondering just how much of it they're going to force you to swallow. At least you can still breathe, somehow... something she did while you were out? But finally it stops shoving the tube down your throat, and instead you hear a low *chukkachukkachukka* and feel the tube shudder. You can even feel the faint vibration change against your lips and tongue as water starts rushing through the tube and into your stomach. Your six-pack abs slowly begin to lose definition as your stomach gradually swells out, sloshing with the volume of liquid being pumped into you.\n\nYou lose sight of the white-haired woman as she ducks down below you, but then you can feel something being slid snugly over the limp length of your cock, all the way up to the base of it. Then the suction starts, sealing the sleeve tightly around you and making you whinny muffledly around the rubber hose bulging your throat. You squirm and thrash in your bonds, but there's nothing you can do... for all your enhanced strength, they're solid metal! Finally you slump, ceasing to resist as your rounded belly wobbles and gurgles like a water balloon. Soon the pressure grows too much, and you let out a suppressed groan as you release.\n\nIt feels so good, like the best piss ever after having to hold it forever, a great rush coming out of you in a great stream of relief and pleasure. And then it just keeps going. It's like the water and your processing of it have hit an equilibrium that keeps you constantly gushing out a thick stream of nuclear yellow urine while your stomach gurgles and jiggles in front of you at your slightest move.\n\nLooks like this strangely pleasurable torture is your life now. Well, it was one of the only things you were ever good at anyway.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|MikeAppSoda2xEnd]]

... Eh, what the hell, this place sounds like it at least wouldn't be <i>boring</i>. You're a bit surprised that this one is "warm body" status, meaning all you have to do is accept and then show up, but what the heck, you'll at least check it out. Since it does sound like it's a more upscale sort of thing, you put slightly more care into your showering and grooming than you might otherwise, and don your interview suit before heading to the address the agency sent you once you accepted the job. It looks like... an office building. So no shocks so far, at least until you realize the front door is buzz-for-admittance.\n\nA few seconds after you press the button, the door opens to reveal a slightly androgynous but very attractive individual that you're fairly certain is a man (mostly by the shoulders and very slight indicators in the jawline, as well as the style of his glasses) with long black hair, wearing an extremely nice black suit. He looks you up and down with cool, pale eyes that almost look yellow, then nods. "You must be the individual who accepted the Dispute Settlement Specialist position."\n\n"Ah... yeah, that's me."\n\n"My name is Agamemnon, I am the one who placed the ad. Please, come inside, I will take you to your new employer." He steps back and gestures you in ahead of him.\n\nYou feel a sort of odd sensation when you step across the threshold... you're not sure how to describe it, it's like your legs just did a hop in mid-step. Then you notice that the hallway you're now in is a little... weird. Basically, rather than the lobby you might have expected, or even a typical office building hallway if it was that sort of building, it's more like the passage in a castle. ... Wait, no, that's not right either, it's more like a hallway in a high-end Halloween haunted house attraction that's done up as a spooky gothic castle. You're starting to wonder if this is some sort of Hot Topic-esque company, when Agamemnon urges you on with him quietly.\n\n"Now, most likely you have noticed that the job listing was somewhat sparse on details," he says simply as the two of you walk along. "I will admit that I wrote it to deliberately be so."\n\n"Er, that right?"\n\n"Yes. The job you are being offered is rather unique, and would defy the belief of most. That is why I feel it would be best for you to discover its nature without being told. However, I must warn you that our employer is both powerful and what you would consider eccentric. It would be extremely unfortunate if you insulted her. So let me take a moment to give you some advice before we arrive." He stops and turns to face you, raising a hand and extending fingers as he offers up the points of suggestion. "Indulge her, but do not condescend to her. Take her seriously and show her respect. Believe what she tells you because not only does she mean it, it's likely true. Be honest and never lie, but also be careful about how you phrase harsh truths. And most importantly, never. Ever. <i>Ever,</i>" he continues, leaning in closer with each of the last words until he almost bumps foreheads with you. "Say the word 'flat' in her presence. Understood?"\n\n"... Okaaaay," you reply, blinking slowly.\n\n"Just do your best," he says with a sigh, drawing away and taking a moment to straighten his tie and lapels, before walking to the nearby double doors and pushing them open.\n\nYou kind of expected the overdone gargoyles-and-demons motif throne room at this point, mostly you're just surprised at how big it is. Directly ahead is a giant throne obviously intended to invoke Pure Evil but winds up looking just a little silly by how over-the-top it is with all the screaming faces and snarling monsters and dozens of melted swords. Arrayed out to the sides of the throne are several other very pretty, slightly androgynous people in nice suits, and sitting on the throne is a... teenage girl. Well, maybe about thirteen. She's apparently doing some sort of 'cosplay' thing, because she's wearing a pair of black horns on her head, her green hair pulled into twintails just behind them and tied with purple ribbons, as well as a pair of wings that are apparently fastened on at her lower back, same with a tail. And... well, if she was your daughter, you probably wouldn't let her out of the house wearing that, you can't help but think. The theme seems to be 'black leather and hearts', from the choker with a heart clasp at her throat, to the halter top with a partially open front and another heart clasp (cupping against fairly negligible breasts... ohhhhh), to the bottoms that look sort of like hot pants but with parts of the hips and front cut out to make them even skimpier. Other than that it's some decorations around her upper arms, a strap around her right thigh, and some fingerless gloves. Tch, they're even letting her walk around barefoot? At your approach she pops to her feet and strikes what she apparently thinks is a cool pose, her pink eyes alight.\n\n<img src="images/DiabolicCatastrophe.png">\n\n"WA! HA! HAAAAAAAAAAA! Struggle, mortal, to not fall dead of pure fright, your heart burst into a thousand pieces when you realize you stand before Queen Diabolic Catastrophe of the Shadow Planet, and her Dark Great Kings! Agamemnon! Ozymandias! Gilgamesh! Romulus and Remus! Can your mind absorb the terror?!"\n\n<hr>\n[["Oh, uh, just barely!"|DarkMike1x1]]\n\n[["[Monotone] Uwaaaah, so scary, I'm dying, ahhhhh."|DarkMike]]\n\n[["Who is this sassy... thot child?"|DarkMike]]

"And just what do you mean by that?" Hawker demands archly as you begin subtly flicking your fingers and letting out a long breath, urging your machines into gear, sucking up the vapor you exhale and mixing it with Catalyst and other chemicals to enhance its effects. "Are you one of those 'traditionalist' terrorists? I'll have you know, there are a great many drawbacks to the whole notion of the family unit, and I'm not afraid to PFWAH!" She almost yelps as you hit her in the face with a long stream of dark purple vapor that has her coughing. "Gah! What is this, it's like mildew and antiseptic and-"\n\nHer eyes widen, and you can see her pupils contract as she takes a shaky step back from you. "What's wrong, Professor?" you say smoothly, flicking a finger to set the timbre of the speakers to one with more bass. You've got them calibrated so that they'll jive more closely with brainwaves, especially altered ones, and you can see her start to tremble a little in place. "You look scared."\n\n"I am <i>not</i> scared of you!" she snaps back, though the slight shake in her voice makes the words rather unconvincing. "I'm... I'm going to call campus security and have you removed!" she adds, eyes darting back and forth.\n\n"Are you?" You let out a longer exhale, and then vent the cloud in a heavy, thick fog that almost fills the section of hallway... the actual active ingredients are far more dispersed, but you want to go for the visual effect as you switch the glowing elements of your outfit to red, Hawker's eyes widening further as she shakes. "Actually, you seem too frightened to move. Your legs are trembling, your mouth is dry," you continue as you slowly begin to advance, a nimbus of red light surrounding you in the smokey hallway. "And yet your body feels so alive, so sensitive, the adrenaline pumping through you from the fear making you feel excited, your face flushed and hot, your nipples stiff, your pussy wet..."\n\nShe lurches back from you as you step forward again, toppling backward and landing on her ass, winding up crab-scuttling backwards before you as she tries to get away, only to bump up against the wall. She whimpers as you stand over her, a wet spot starting to grow on the carpet between her legs. "P-please... please, don't, please, please..."\n\n"The only way to deal with your fear, Professor, is to give in to it," you intone, standing with your relaxed posture above her, though you can only imagine that to her that just emphasizes how sure you are in your power to destroy her at any moment. "To admit that you are powerless. To admit that you are weak and nothing, and that your only option is to obey me as your master."\n\nShe's breathing hard, her lips parted and terror written all over her face, wisps of hair having escaped her bun and drifted down along her cheeks and forehead. But after only a moment, she nods emphatically, blurting out, "Yes, yes, alright, I admit it, I'm powerless, I'm worthless, I'm, I'm nothing, I'm a speck!" She clasps her hands in front of her, whimpering as she looks up at you. "Just, please don't... don't!"\n\nYou smile beneath your mask. Perfect. You stoked her fear response and directed it all on yourself, leaving her impressionable and desperate... giving her an 'out' of total submission as a way to save herself from some unspecified doom had her latching onto it like a drowning person grabbing a life vest. "Alright, Elizabeth," you continue, actually using her given name, making her shudder at your apparent power (even though it's written on her badge). "I won't do anything to you. As long as you continue to obey me without question. Forever."\n\n"I will, I will!" she whimpers, obviously desperate as she squirms in place in a puddle of her own fear-piss, knees pressing together as she trembles with a mixture of continued fear and relief.\n\nGood, you've successfully tested your gear and shown that the combination of gas and psychological tactics works. You'll have to wait and see how thoroughly the conditioning holds longterm, but obviously that's what continued testing is. Now, to-\n\n<hr>\n[[-spread the effect.|GasGwyn]]\n\n[[-have some fun terrorizing your victim some more.|GasGwyn]]

P-probably better to just stick with the simple stuff, right? After all you're already getting... experimental... watching gay porn. No need to do a bellyslide down the slippery slope, or whatever.\n\nOf course, as could probably be predicted, soon you're back in the same position as before, legs in the air and ass jutted up, pumping the long, smooth, buzzing toy into your ass even faster than you did the basic dildo. The vibrations really feel like they're running all through you, striking directly into your cock, and though at first you go a little limp soon you're rock hard again, your dick drooling eager pre onto your belly. You're not sure if you're getting so turned on by watching femboys in pretty lingerie fuck each other because they look so much like girls, or if it's because you look like that now too, or it's just something the autocloset changed in your brain chemistry, or what, but you're unable to escape the idea that you wish you were pumping your cock into those tight, twitching boypussies... and getting your own stuffed by a real cock and not just the buzzing vibe in your hand.\n\nYou eventually wear yourself out, half-consciously stumbling through cleaning the toys more as just a general awareness that you'd be way more embarrassed to come out into the living room tomorrow morning and see fake dicks with dried lube all over them sprawled on the towel where you sat fucking your own ass with them all night. You rinse off again in the shower, then thud into bed, wondering if you'll still snore (as your ex girlfriends have informed you you do) in your cute new form... maybe they'll be cute snores is your last thought before you fall asleep, not noticing that it actually makes you giggle.\n\nYou get up in midmorning, somewhat blearily going through making coffee and a simple breakfast, not really noticing how everything's missized to expectations until you sit down at the table and realize it's higher than usual. ... Oh, right, femboy. You shrug and eat your toast, then give yourself the sniff test (you smell like... pink and flower? ... maybe a tiny hint of Supa-Lube), deciding you're acceptable without yet another shower before getting dressed and heading back to Shorties.\n\nYou pause outside the dressing room, blushing at the thought of what it might be like in there, and how you might react after watching that porn last night and... broadening your tastes, as it were. But when you push open the door and step inside, it's only a couple of the others, Kandi and Lira among them, and all of them dressed, mostly putting final touches on.\n\n"Hey Mikaela~," Kandi chirps cheerfully as he applies his lipstick.\n\n"Morning," Lira adds, before glancing from the mirror to you as you head to your locker. "Everything okay?"\n\n"Hm? Yeah, fine," you assure him, doing your best to sound breezy.\n\n"Mm, you just seem different today is all. Still a bit shy, but kinda... well, kinda sexy," he notes, waggling his eyebrow.\n\n"S-sexy?" you squeak, your face coloring as you look over.\n\n"It's subtle, not even sure where I'm getting it. But definitely still shy," he adds with a giggle, winking at you before capping his mascara and standing. "Welp, lunch rush calls, girls, let's go!"\n\nToday's shift unfolds much like yesterday's, just minus the shadowing with Lira and Kandi... both check in with you a few times and seem to keep an eye on you at the start, but it becomes pretty clear you have the whole waiter(ess) thing down so soon they're clearly concentrating wholly on your own duties. And, ah... maybe Lira was right about some subtle added sexiness to you, because your tips are even better than they were yesterday. Though today you notice that the men are even less shy about wanting to tip you by sticking the bills in your hip... and a few getting more adventurous, sliding their fingers around to show a glimpse of pert buttock before they slide the cash in along it. Towards the end of your shift, one guy even holds up a hundred... and while you blush deeply and squirm in embarrassment, you say nothing as he slides his fingers forward, enough to show just a bit of the root of your cock before he tucks the hundred fully inside right beside it, then lets the elastic snap back.\n\n'Geez, all that just because I found out I like to masturbate with my butt,' you think, your face still red as you head into the employee bathroom to fish the bill out. You pause, looking at yourself in the mirror. ... Are you really that different? You... can't really see it? But you guess maybe you feel a little different? The attention from the customers today felt... way more exciting, somehow, even if it was a low-key buzz of a thing. And you find that when you look ahead towards the night shift, where you might be expected to do... a lot more things with them... you're maybe not just looking at something to get through. You might...\n\n... just might... be looking forward to it.\n\n....... Tiny bit.\n\nYour cheeks are still hot as you collect the rest of your tips from your wallet and head to the dressing room again. Once again Lira and Kandi are in it, and once again both are basically naked. "Hey~!" Kandi calls, already in the process of unlocking his cage. "You gonna change back tonight?"\n\n"Ah... no, probably not, since I'm still doing the weekend and all," you note, heading to your locker instead.\n\n"What a sho~ck," Kandi giggles, and just gives you an amused wink as you shoot him a slightly annoyed look.\n\n"Whatcha gonna do tonight, hon?" Lira asks in a conversational tone as he adds little color variations to his current metallic lipstick (bright magenta). "You'll have all tomorrow to rest, after all."\n\nYou hesitate, glancing between the two, absentmindedly nibbling your lower lip as you think of your... expanded horizons. And the suggestion that was made previously about a little private party between two or all three of you.\n\n<hr>\n[[You want to hang with Lira.|MikeFBH]]\n\n[[You want to hang with Kandi.|MikeFBH3x1]]\n\n[[You want to hang with both.|MikeFBH]]\n\n[[You're just gonna head... home.|MikeFBH2x7]]

"I think I'm just gonna head home and, y'know... really rest up," you say as you start quickly changing clothes. "But ah, let's all hang out either way after this weekend, alright?"\n\nThey both acknowledge your offer with the sort of polite chear that means they'll believe it's not a brushoff when the hanging out actually occurs. Well, it's not like you don't want to make friends... ... maybe more... but, well, you admittedly have a bit of a new obsession you want to keep trying out.\n\nYou make your way to the same part of town, though this time you decide to finally try the pizza place a bit down from the Chinese place as your excuse for being around. ("Sully and O'Toole's Old School Authentic New York Pizza & Pasta & Beer & Deep Dish Tavern") ... And, y'know, as long as you're here... may as well pop into the porn store, huh?\n\nThe same girl is behind the counter as you come in, and she gives you a slightly knowing smirk and a finger-wiggling wave, which makes you blush and duck your head, albeit you manage to wave back. This time you notice that there are hand baskets, and similarly somewhat sheepishly you take one, heading back to the videos right away this time. 'May as well admit it,' you think with a sigh, taking down another couple of femboy-on-femboy videos. You don't bother with any of the others... you didn't even get around to watching the other one you bought with "standard" guy on femboy, so you have no idea if you like that quite yet. ... Maybe you ought to tonight, though, since you guess that's what might be occurring tomorrow night. Y'know, if you decide you're okay with that.\n\n... Like you're kind of thinking you might.\n\nThen you wander back over to the aisle of dildos, looking them over. Something... bigger maybe? Another... realistic one? Though the smooth one felt good too. You slowly take down one that's somewhere between the two... still fully cock-shaped but without all the molded veins and such that the Simple Simon has. And maybe... two inches bigger? Mmf... well... the Simple Simon is maybe a bit smaller than average, and this one... if you could take this one... then for sure-\n\n"Finding everything okay?" a soft voice whispers in your ear.\n\n"YEEEEE!" you shriek in an incredibly girlish register, jumping and actually flinging the boxed dildo a short distance into the air and then having to scrabble to catch it. You whirl to find the woman from the counter standing there, having leaned down to get head height with you, her lips curled up in a grin even as you huff and shudder, your heart racing.\n\n"Sorry," she chirps, not quite managing to sound like she means it as she straightens up, hands tucked behind her back. "You just looked really cute, staring at it so intently."\n\n"Um... thanks?" you say, uncertain how to feel about that.\n\n"That's a good one! Pretty basic but a nice step up from the Simple Simon. Again, I'd normally advise taking it slow, but as long as you're not out of Supa-Lube," she says breezily, eyes twinkling at the implication you might have used the whole bottle. "But... and feel free to tell me if I'm prying... may I make a bit of an assumption about your situation?"\n\n"... Okaaaay?" you say dubiously, more curious about where this is going than you are offended at her poking into your privacy.\n\n"You just took a job over at Femboy Shorties, right? Thus the very new cute clothes from their autocloset," she notes, glancing you up and down significantly. As you blink in surprise that she knows about that, she continues. "And further, you've been asked to work the night shift this weekend, which, if what I've heard is true, is basically an all-out bacchanalia. So last night you were probably wondering if you might actually like anal sex, and tonight you're probably wondering if you could be ready to have it with real guys. Am I pretty much on the mark?"\n\n"... I mean... m-... maybe," you allow, nibbling your lower lip again.\n\nShe grins wider, then leans down a bit again. "Well those were both smart thoughts, if you really do want to be able to <i>perform</i> this weekend. But may I make a suggestion for your prep?"\n\nYou nod uncertainly, then turn to follow her as she leads the way to a different set of shelves. (At least you're now fairly certain your horizons have broadened rather than shifting... because her ass looks really amazing in those jeans.) You're perhaps looking at her butt more than her destination, because you have to yank your gaze up when she plucks something down and turns towards you. Then your whole face goes brick red.\n\nIt's another dildo alright. But... it's shaped like a dog's dick. It has a pointed tip, and a slight bulging to the shaft, and then a much larger bulge towards the base. It's (at least) as big as the dildo you were looking at (actually it's still in your hand) as far as length and girth goes, but... well. The woman grins and gives it a slight shake to demonstrate its consistency, before she says, "Now, see, if you can take the knot... at least a couple of times... I'd say you're definitely ready for anything sex night at Shorties is gonna throw at you."\n\n"... Um..." you say a bit faintly. "Are you... is that... I mean is it really-"\n\n"No, it's not absolutely necessary, but it is a good way of making sure. Consider it my personal promise!" she adds cheerfully, before her pale eyes twinkle again, just almost looking yellow. "Besiiides, do you think we have shelves full of ones like this if people didn't find them pleasurable? Nowadays they're so popular the taboo is fading off of them, better get in before they're completely normied."\n\n"... O... kay," you murmur slowly, before sighing and giving a small shrug. "Okay, I guess I'll try it."\n\n"Great!" she chirps, turning and replacing the display model with a little <i>thok</i> of attaching the suction cup, picking up a boxed one instead. You can't help but glance around at the selection as the two of you pass. More dogs of varying levels of "realism", horses, other animals and fantasy creatures, and you notice a few where the boxes depict holes in the base and there are rings at the bottom, the text reading 'wearable'. Wow... there really is quite the variety. You're vaguely in a trance until you snap back as the woman clears her throat, and you glance at the screen (oof, they're a bit more expensive than the regular ones too) before fishing out the bills. Not that it's too bad, considering you did even better with tips than yesterday.\n\n"Oh, word of warning," she says, pausing as she picks up the bag. "Obviously you haven't used the other thing," she notes, making you blush again. "Yeah, that's how I can tell. But I'll tell you, switching to an 'exotic' can hit your brain hard too. Definitely warm yourself up with one of your other toys before you try this one. You go to it first thing the first time, and... welllll, it could hit different, let's say," she adds before passing you the bag.\n\n'Always with her weird warnings,' you think with a shake of the head as you drive home. You don't really believe her (probably) about the anal masturbator, and you don't really believe her about the dog dildo either (probably). You get home and eat a bit of pizza before you pop one of the new femboy-on-femboy disks into the player, just getting it queued up. You notice as you do that there's one more case in the bag, just the plain blue kind as the others but without a cover done up for it. Huh... did she slip you a bonus or something? But you set it aside for now, and instead go to clean your new toys before using them. While naked. Because you can admit now you get a thrill out of the prep too.\n\nYou nibble your lower lip again as you run your hands over the bestial outline of the canine member rendered in purplish-red material. It's... so fucking lewd. And... you can kind of believe it will feel amazing inside you. ... Maybe you should go ahead and skip right to it. If nothing else, just to prove that weird shop girl wrong! She's always saying that nonsense about 'it'll turn you into a buttslut' or 'it'll scramble your brain', but none of it's true, obviously! That's like saying that there are werewolves in the woods outside town, or that old Defir House is really haunted, or that the electronics shops in the mall are owned by Satan! Goofy-ass conspiracy stuff! You should totally do it just to prove her wrong!\n\n... O-or maybe it would be sensible to just, y'know... warm up. Y'know, purely from a physical standpoint!\n\n<hr>\n[[Warm up.|MikeFBH]]\n\n[[Damn the red rockets! Full speed ahead!|MikeFBH2x8]]

M-maybe you'll just... look around. Yeah. Between the containers this takeout place uses and the hot bag your food won't be going cold any time soon so you can afford to be... adventurous.\n\nNot seeing any nearby parking at the store, you leave your car where it is for now (the restaurant isn't exactly bustling so you hope the old lady won't mind too much) and cross the street and walk down, opening the door. The inside seems pretty cavernous, lit only by rows of flourescent lights that have been tinted a faint golden color, making the occasional flicker seem almost like firelight, somehow especially standing out against the darkness of the night outside, even once the door is closed behind you. Rows and rows of shelves stretch out off to the side, bearing colorful boxes and a few display models in plastic cases. Directly ahead is the checkout counter, with a single person sitting behind it. She looks like she's in her twenties, and her appearance sets off all of your old goth-lust from high school... short, dark, tousled, with some purple thrown around the front. She's wearing a tight spandex top in shades of bright green, white, and black, which looks like it's a one-piece to judge by the way it leaves her hips visible and goes down the front of her crotch below her low-slung black jeans.\n\nShe actually perks up as she sees you come in, grinning in just almost wolfish fashion that makes you blush a little just to see it, though her tone is normal and genial enough as she says, "Hi, welcome to The Hoard. Help you with anything tonight?"\n\n"Ah, I'm... just browsing," you deflect, tucking your hands in your jacket pockets.\n\n"Sure, sure. Well let me know if you need anything. Or are curious about anything," she adds, pale brown eyes twinkling.\n\nYou clear your throat and nod, and start wandering through the store. There are... so many dildos. You don't have a <i>ton</i> of experience here but, again, you have the internet so you know what some of these are and are for. As might be expected, most of them are geared primarily towards women's use (you don't think you'd get much extra from the "rabbit" extension on a lot of the vibrators). Beyond these shelves you can see that there are shelves of masturbation sleeves, but... ... this body... and you... ... yeah.\n\nEventually, taking a deep breath and bolstering yourself about what part of you coming in here you were still in a bit of denial about, you select one of the boxes, a toy called 'Simple Simon' with a very normal-looking guy on the front. (Kind of looks like you did this morning, really.) It's just a plain dick-like dildo complete with balls. After a brief thought, you pick out another, somewhat longer but completely smooth one with only the hint of a head on it and a vibration function. Y'know... in case you like the first one. You don't wanna come right back here to buy another one right away, that would be embarrassing. ... Moreso than buying them in the first place will be.\n\nYou just sort of stare at them for a moment, then think 'Oh right.' You turn and head towards another set of shelves where you can see a lot of tubes and bottles. You browse around in a sort of daze... there's just... so many... so many colors... so many different bottles... but eventually shake it off and lock eyes on the stuff in front of you, which both takes up the most shelves and has a big sign reading 'OWNER'S RECOMMENDATION'. You pick up one of the clear lotion-style bottles and look at the logo: Supa-Lube. The little tagline under it says 'Guaranteed to fit anything anywhere!' ... That's pretty wild. Does that count as an actual guarantee or just marketing? While you're eyeing it, you notice there's another sign down below the recommendation one reading 'We now stock ten gallon drums'. ... Well. Yeah, you guess if it's popular enough for that, you should go with it.\n\nYou consider your small armful of things briefly, then take another deep breath and head for the back wall, where you can see the DVD and bluray cases. The sections are labeled (using tasteful euphemisms in several cases), and after only another heartbeat's hesitation you head for the 'Femboy' section. You try not to go into a daze looking over all the options, and the first thing you snag is one that's obviously part of a series: 'Pegamiss: The Femboy Files 4'. The cover features an attractive woman in dominatrix gear complete with strapon, and a kneeling femboy with a look of mild scarousal on his face. And after a little more hesitation, you snag another one called 'Lingerie Bois 3', which is pretty clearly femboy-on-femboy stuff. You'll just... see how you like it.\n\nYou're turning to head back to the counter when something catches your eye, and you turn back to the shelves. The case directly in front of you features a POV-style shot of a femboy kneeling on the floor, hands in front of him, gazing up worshipfully with his tongue lolling out and eyes bright in a look of completely shameless and unrestrained desire. The object of said desire apparently has to do with the shadow that's been edited in to fall across his face... a massive thick pole whose intended origin doesn't take a lot of imagination. The title across the top is 'Destroy me, Daddy'.\n\n......... You're not gonna watch it or anything, you're just gonna... you're just gonna laugh about it when you're back to normal, that's all, that's the only reason you're getting it. Yeah.\n\nYou come back up to the counter with your little stack of disk cases and your small armload of boxes, trying to act normal and casual as you set them on the counter. The countergirl similarly seems calm and professional, though slightly amused as she rummages under the counter for the actual disks to put in the cases, darting you just the merest glance with twinkling eyes as she clips the disk into 'Destroy me, Daddy'. She starts ringing up your order and putting them in a plain, glossy bag, and then tells you the total.\n\nYou blink in surprise. "Ah, I thought it was gonna be a lot more."\n\n"First time customer discount. And you're juuust getting started, am I right?" she asks. At you clearing your throat she says, "You can tell me if it's none of my business." She pauses briefly, but when you don't say anything she continues. "Normally I'd suggest something even smaller to start, but you very wisely went with my lube recommendation, so you should be fine. Also, let me give you a little free gift to, let's say, be encouraging."\n\n"Of... repeat business?"\n\n"Sure we can go with that." She dips under the counter again, then holds up a box to demonstrat the illustration on the side. It... looks like some sort of modern sci-fi raygun, just turned upside-down so that the broad, flat part is on bottom and the grip with its little rounded parts goes upward. "This, my friend, is a sex toy that is exclusively designed to give men anal orgasms." Your face must go red, because she grins even wider. "And this one is one of the best. But if you are, let's say... <i>unaccustomed</i> to anal loving, especially in receiving it from another person, I'd advise you to wait to use this one."\n\n"... why?" you can't help but ask, in a slightly strangled tone.\n\n"This will turn a virgin into a complete buttslut," she declares solemnly, as if she were a pharmacist warning you of deeply serious potential side effects. "Never again able to achieve orgasm without something stuffed in their ass. The less experienced you are, the more of a shameless, eternally horny, no-limits anal fiend you'll become." She stares at you briefly, then snickers and slips it into the bag, eyes twinkling again. "Or so they say~. Anyway, please enjoy your purchases and we hope to see you here at The Hoard again!"\n\n"Right," you murmur, taking the bag and resisting the urge to scurry out the door and then run back to your car. Nice, normal pace all the way, because you were not just intimidated by the porn store girl.\n\nAnyway, you drive home and head into your apartment. Trying not to be too put off by how everything seems noticeably bigger (geez, you're going to have to get like a little step box to get stuff off the higher shelves... y'know, until after the weekend), you toss the glossy black bag onto the couch and then head to the little kitchen area to eat your dinner, forcing yourself to be a grownup and not play with your new, ahem, toys, immediately. ... Or eat dinner while watching porn, that feels like going off the path in a whole different way.\n\nYou finish dinner with far more left over than you usually do (you guess your stomach's smaller now on more than the outside) and put the leftovers away, washing your hands before glancing over at the bag. Taking a deep breath, you strip out of your clothes and pad over naked, your cute little dick starting to get hard just as you rustle the plastic of the bag and slide the first box you can snag out.\n\n... It's the prostate massager one. The freebie. You stare at it, at the image. So... that flat bit... that must go along your taint and... it vibrates too? Right up at the base of your balls and... right there? With the inside pressing against your... mmf. She did say it was the <i>best</i> anal stimulator for men... or something to that effect... so. ... She also said all that stuff about how it could turn you into a "shameless anal fiend". But surely that can't be true, she was just teasing a newbie, right?\n\n<hr>\n[[Yeah, you'll prove it's no big deal!|MikeFBH]]\n\n[[Let's just... put that over there...|MikeFBH2x5]]

No need to go jumping right to... pro sports. Or whatever. That can just... live on the bookcase for now. Turned sideways. Yeah.\n\nYou pull out the rest, your cock getting steadily more hard as you go through laying things out on the coffee table. Dangit, you think you're actually getting turned on by your own diminished dick, too. It's just so... cute. ... And girly, somehow. Try not to think about it. You are, however, diverted as you take a moment to clean off the new toys first... luckily the Simple Simon comes with a little packet of apparently appropriate soap for the task. Of course then you start getting hard again as you pump your hands over the shafts of the toys, the Simple Simon with its 'realistic' head and veins and textured ballsack and the other with its long smooth shaft and mere suggestion of a head. Clearly being in this form is messing with your head, you never would have gotten turned on before while pumping your hand over a fake dick and thinking about putting it in your ass! ... P-probably.\n\nYou put in the first disk... the 'Pegamistress' one... and remember to toss a towel down over the couch before settling into place to watch. As you might expect, there's apparently some Lore™ around the character of the Pegamiss where she like... rebuilds her magical sky kingdom if she fucks men in the ass with her magical strapon? You think that's the plot? To be honest, you soon give in to the urge to fast forward until the clothes start coming off. There we go, there's a scene of her in a bedroom with, well, a very cute femboy, with an even wilder look than the "waitresses" back at Shorties: rainbow-colored hair and cutesy little cloud-and-rainbow-thunderbolt tattoos on each hip. Apparently this is a "brat" scene, since it starts right out with the femboy bragging and talking about how he's going to top the Pegamiss and knock her up.\n\nWhich results in, very quickly, the rainbow-haired femboy stomach-down across the Pegamiss's lap getting spanked on his cute girly butt while he yowls and kicks his coltish legs angrily. You're not usually one for femdom, but you settle back and start stroking yourself, unable to deny that you really are kind of getting into the sight of that pert, athletic tomboy (no, it'd be tomgirl, you guess?) butt jiggling and turning pink. You reach over half without thinking and get a little dab of the Supa-Lube in your palm before returning to stroking... holy crap that stuff <i>is</i> slick! Almost immediately your whole cock is covered in a glistening, perfect sheen that your hand pumps up and down along effortlessly with soft wet <i>shlp</i> noises. That... okay you're definitely buying some more of this stuff even if you change back. ... When! When you change back!\n\nYou get your attention back on the show, where the Pegamiss is now alternating between spanking the brat and stroking his own hardon with her glistening black gloves... huh, looks like she's probably using Supa-Lube too, if you recognize the bottle on the nightstand. But as you watch she pushes the brat off of her lap where he tumbles to the ground, and immediately scrambles up to his knees... to crouch between hers, and obediently open his mouth as she angles the tip of her colorful, sparkly strap forward. Soon he's working his mouth over it, bobbing his head and dragging his tongue along it, looking up at her almost worshipfully as he does, behavior apparently corrected already.\n\nAlmost before you realize it you've picked up the Simple Simon... you meant to get the 'Flesh Tone (Light)' version, but turns out you grabbed a 'Superpink' one instead. You eye the toy for a few moments, uncertainty about more than one thing running through your mind. Your tongue flicks over your lips, and you bring it towards your face just a bit... before shivering and instead leaning forward, working the top of the Supa-Lube bottle to squirt a goodly amount onto the bright pink toy. You run your hand over it, watching as it starts glistening wetly, just as wetly... but larger... than your twitching little boidick. \n\nThen, as you watch the bratboi continue giving the Pegamiss head... alternating between sucking and licking the swirl-colored shaft, and ducking down to run his tongue along her leather-framed pussy, lapping up between the glistening pink lips. You set the dildo down between your legs, where you can feel it poking against you as you use one hand to stroke yourself off, you turn enough to dip the other beneath yourself. Your lube-covered fingers search, pause, then find your pucker, starting to tease it, a shock of pleasure running through you. F-fuck! You're pretty sure it's never felt this good just to touch yourself there before! But soon you're pushing a finger inside yourself, the feeling of being penetrated sending an absolute thrill of desire through you that's genuinely shocking in its intensity. Soon you've got two fingers pumping into your little virgin hole, panting softly as you feel the tip of the dildo nudged up against your taint reminding you of its presence.\n\nAs you might expect, once the domesticated bratboi has given the Pegamiss's strap a good sucking, he clambers up onto the bed on all fours and she moves up behind him, slapping her brightly-colored phallus against his (obviously much less) pink butt. You nibble your lower lip as you settle back again and lift your legs up, hooking your arms around them to hold them up, taking hold of the base of the dildo, half-consciously shifting it to be "properly" balls-down. The camera shifts to a close-up from above, showing the Pegamiss pressing the tip of her strapon's dildo against the bratboi's (obviously well-used) pucker and then inside. At the same time you press the tip of the lubed-up dildo to your own pucker and start pushing it in, the Supa-Lube doing its job and letting you spread easily open around it.\n\n"Ohhhh <i>fuck!</i>" you moan, unable to help shivering at the reminder of how sweet and gentle and feminine your voice sounds now. But it just feels so... so good to feel the cockhead pushing you open wide and then slipping into you, your pucker closing around the head as it slides deeper and deeper into you. It's definitely a sense of the forbidden and wicked lending an edge to the simple physical pleasure, as well as the sight of that sleek, feminine male body of yours stretched below you, your slender little cock achingly hard and twitching at the feeling of a faux dick in your butt. You're barely even watching the screen as you push it deeper and deeper inside yourself, not stopping until you've nestled the balls right up against your skin.\n\nSoon you're pumping it in and out, fucking yourself with the bright pink rubber cock. Your eyes are still mostly down on your own body, watching what you can see of the toy sliding in and out of you, though you can see the screen partly beyond, the rainbow-haired bratboi fucking himself back eagerly against the dom's long colorful cock with shameless moans of delight. Soon the whole room is full of feminine boysounds of butt-induced pleasure, the femboy on screen's slightly raspy rich voice actually lower than yours. Half-consciously you see the Pegamiss reach beneath him to start jerking his cock with her gloved hand, and you match the motion, wrapping your free hand around your dick and stroking yourself.\n\nYou cum much sooner than the bratboi on screen does, but with just as much volume and power, the long streamers of thick white jizz spattering all over your belly and chest, and several hitting your face, a particularly thick glob of it flying right past your moaning lips to land on your tongue. Before you can think you've reflexively closed your mouth and rolled your tongue as you swallow, the distinct thought of 'mmm more' passing through your sputtering, almost whited-out brain. Your cock trembles and twitches in your hand, your ass squeezing strongly around the fake shaft, \n\nYou slump in place, panting, briefly insensate in the aftermath of your first orgasm as a femboy, your ass still occasionally clenching around the dildo and sending surprisingly strong pulses of pleasure through you. Once you've calmed down enough, you realize that the movie has moved on... the Pegamiss is now talking to a femboy with purple hair and wearing fashionable designer clothes (a skirt suit, of course) who seems to be a slightly different variety of brat.\n\nYou take a moment to calm down, only paying half attention to the scene (which seems to involve some light bondage using a measuring tape and lace ribbons this time) as you dab at your chest and stomach. You stare briefly at your fingers covered in thick globs of white glaze, and again almost without thinking, you pop several into your mouth. You've tasted your own cum before out of sheer curiosity, and though there's a slight difference to the taste now, the objective change isn't that big. But it hits your brain like an electric shock and before you know it you've sucked your fingers clean. ... Mmf... gonna... hafta be careful about that...\n\nBut soon you've got other things on your mind, like watching more fun scenes in the movie and fucking your ass. The Pegamiss is working her way steadily through a cast of colorful femboys... including a very cute little thorough submissive with a nice round ass and a cute bit of belly and tattoos of butterflies on his butt, and a nerdy purple-and-pink haired one who gets a load of cum-colored lube all over his glasses. You fire off several more loads, none of them quite as big as the first, but still pretty respectable considering that they're in the same evening. But one of the final scenes is with a slim, hyperactive pink-haired femboy that looks just enough like you to really drive you wild. In fact, to do your best to mimic him riding the Pegamiss energetically reverse cowgirl style (to differentiate from the blonde cowboi's regular cowgirl style you guess), you prop the Simple Simon on its end on the couch cushion and bounce atop it. You can't quite get it to work as well as you'd like, and somewhere in the back of your mind you start thinking how much better it would be if it were a real guy whose dick you could ride.\n\nThat thought is still there as you spurt out your next load, easily clearing the space between the couch and the coffee table to splatter across the pressboard surface next to the bottle of Supa-Lube. You settle fully onto the dick, panting and shivering. Holy shit... your brain is just absolutely <i>slammed</i> with lewd thoughts. You... you need to take a break. Maybe a short cold shower...\n\nWhich is exactly what you do, shivering a bit under the cold water before you ramp it down to just 'cool' and relax a bit. Huffing, you scrub at your pink hair, rinsing out a few spatters of cum that managed to get into it, feeling the sort of slightly greasy sensation on your skin of more of it spreading out but not yet getting rinsed off. You continue to lightly scrub yourself... and are unable to help thinking of several places you could stick the dildo, since it's supposed to have a suction cup bottom. You wish there was more room on the floor. ... Though you also might wanna clean this place before you do anything like that. Some of it is a bit "ew". Honestly maybe you could stand to clean your whole apartment, and air it out, it has a distinct guy-stink to it that offends your cute li'l femboy nose.\n\n... But later. Because now you can, shockingly, feel yourself getting hard again as you clean the lube and cum off of your dick. So... maybe you'll keep putting your new, er, temporary body through its paces a bit more.\n\nYou dry off and, still just slightly damp, head back out into the living room. You walk over to the TV and, after only a bit of hesitation, swap the Pegamiss disk for the Lingerie Bois one. Might as well see if this one does it for you, considering. You turn back towards the couch, eyeing the longer, vibe-enabled toy, supposing you should probably try it for the next round...\n\n... then your eyes slide over to the bookshelf. Where you tucked the prostate massager in a spot you hoped was unobtrusive. But it certainly feels like it's staring you in the face now. W-well... she said it was only "dangerous" for an anal virgin, right? And you're... not anymore. ... You guess? Do dildos count? Surely they must, if it's just another toy...\n\n<hr>\n[[Just use the simple vibe.|MikeFBH2x6]]\n\n[[Go with the mindblower.|MikeFBH]]

Maybe you should just stay as you are for right now, at least until after the weekend, when you presumably can get a few days off. Being changed so completely was kind of freaky, even if the music and lighting did take a lot of the edge off. Besides, you should probably get used to this body if you're going to be putting it on display so much for the night shifts.\n\n"Thanks for the offer, but I think I'll just go home and rest for now," you say, Kandi pouting just a little but nodding. Then you pause. "Ah... but my clothes are in there, and... I was kinda thinking of just staying like this, so they wouldn't fit me anyway."\n\n"Well I think my clothes would probably fit you, if you didn't mind wearing panties and a skirt," Kandi chirps, making you blush as he looks you up and down, before he shrugs. "But since you have unlimited use of the autocloset just get some clothes from it."\n\n"It has other clothes?"\n\n"I think it might <i>make</i> clothes," Lira chimes in, eyeing the doorway almost suspiciously. "But yeah, true to the 'closet' name it functions like a wardrobe. It's kind of on the expensive side to get clothes from it, but they're quality and they always fit perfectly, so."\n\n"Huh. 'Kay, thanks." You wave your employee card at the panel and it lights up, indeed showing you have unlimited usage (and the hours remaining until it will start charging you). Let's see... probably just keep it simple. You select 'Boyshorts' for underwear (whyyyy must it make just getting a pair of briefs sound feminine?), some jeans, a long-sleeved T-shirt, and a jacket. (It's well into evening now and cooling off out there.) There are a lot of other options but you sort of ignore them... 'time to go home' brain has kicked in and you're ready to get out of your work building ASAP.\n\nYou pause though as you tap 'Done' and the next screen pops up two options: 'Go to physical changes' and 'Complete'. You'd been planning to just go home as you are, since the whole-body change was kind of offputting (that has to be putting some kind of strain on your body right?), but...\n\n... Well. If it was just, y'know, a localized change...\n\nYou glance downwards, looking at the somewhat... diminished... bulge in the front of your little pink shorts. Obviously done to emphasize your cuteness and smol stature, but you could at least put yourself back to normal down there. Or... add an inch. ... Or two.\n\nYou eye the screen, unconsciously nibbling your lower lip. Hmmmm...\n\n<hr>\n[[[Go to physical changes]|MikeFBH]]\n\n[[[Complete]|MikeFBH2x3]]

Nah. Better to skip it, as tempting as the idea is. Let's just get changed and go home.\n\nYou select 'Complete', and the screen flashes up 'READY' and the door slides open. You step through, making a face at that brief moment of complete darkness... they really oughtta fix that, it's just super disconcerting! Then the lights come on, and almost immediately the music starts, the synthesized female voice informing you the program will start shortly.\n\nNeither the music or lights are as intense this time... you guess it doesn't require you being quite as relaxed just to change your clothes. Once again the robotic arms extend from the panels, one wrapping around your middle and gently lifting you off your feet before the others go to work stripping you naked. As the shorts are pulled off and your cock, petite and hairless and what you can only describe as "cute" in its current state, flops free you briefly have second thoughts about augmenting yourself, but you guess it's too late now. The robot arms slip out with the briefs, though you can't help but groan softly at the sight of them as they're slid up your legs and into place... they're pink. With little purple unicorns on them. In other words they're panties in everything but form factor. Darnit, you should have looked at those extra options more closely!\n\nThe machine follows up with some similarly cute little pink socks, though the jeans it slides on you after are refreshingly normal (although snug-fitting and highlighting your girlish butt and hips). It slips on a similarly fairly normal pair of black low-top sneakers with white soles, though when the shirt comes out you're again reminded you should have been more selective: it says 'I'm actually a boy, you know?' on the front, with a background of a bright pink 'Male' symbol. After that the bright pink leather jacket isn't much of a surprise.\n\nThe autocloset sets you down in front of the door, and gives you a few almost motherly tugs and smoothing adjustments on your new clothes as it runs a brush through your hair, while the mirror shows you an image that really couldn't scream 'femboy' any louder. ... Oh well, whatever, it's fine. You may start up some rumors when your neighbors see you going into your apartment, but you don't really talk to them so whatever.\n\nLira and Kandi have already cleared out by the time you emerge, though the dressing room <i>is</i> now filled with femboys in various states of undress, chattering to each other and either getting ready for their shifts or having finished up the last one. You fight not to stare (for various reasons) and instead just exchange polite "hey"s with several people on your way out the door and to the parking lot. (Looks like the autocloset was kind enough to move your keys and wallet from your old pants pocket to your new jacket pocket.) You do, obviously, have to spend some time adjusting the seat and steering wheel in your car before you set off.\n\n'Hm... food,' you think, sort of generally at first, though just the idea firms up the thought in your mind. Yeah, with $200 in your pocket and the promise of plenty more over the next few days, you should splurge. ... Though for you splurging means going to one of your favorite takeout places that's just far enough away to make you worry about the gas money and is just slightly more costly than the usual. You make your way across town in the evening traffic (which luckily never gets too bad... Deviville's not really a small town anymore and hasn't been for a long time, but it's also no major manufacturing or logistics hub), and eventually pull into the parking lot of your favorite Chinese (fusion) place, 'Splendid Asian Sesame Harbor Bowl'. You get out and trot inside, making your usual order to the elderly lady behind the counter, idly wondering why she's eyeing you so strangely... until you glance down at yourself. ... Oh right.\n\nYou may be slightly different than her usual clientelle but apparently not so different that it causes any real remark... at least you can't hear any equivalent of 'What the fuck, yo?' being called to the cook in the kitchen along with your order. Your order comes out with its usual speed as well, and paying in cash certainly seems to perk the lady up, and you take your food back outside and tuck it into the convenient hot bag in the back seat (because like all gig workers you occasionally work the delivery services). You close the door and turn back towards the front, then pause as something catches your eye.\n\nSpecifically the mural of the building across the street and a few doors down. It is, of course, clearly designed to catch the eye, a big street art style thing in numerous colors that cover both the plain brick of the slightly warehouse-style building and the glass of the entrance door, with glittery golden letters reading 'The Hoard'. You'd noticed it the first time you visited this place, and got curious enough to look up what it is... aaand it's a porn store. Which probably shouldn't be shocking, considering the style of building and the part of town you're in. Though at least the tasteful mural speaks of it being slightly "classy", or at least as classy as a sex shop gets. Maybe. You've never been inside, after all... you have the internet, and thus up until now have always considered your masturbation needs met. But admittedly you've always been curious.\n\n... And admittedly this new body is horny as fuck. You'd noticed the sort of low-key arousal thrumming through you at things that normally wouldn't turn you on... like, y'know, other men pulling your shorts away from your hip and sliding dollar bills into them... but had been able to put it off while focusing on work. But yeah, you kinda... mmm... you kinda...\n\nYour hips shift and wiggle, your dick hardening a bit against those cute pink boyshorts under your jeans. You kinda wanna... get... adventurous. Maybe. O-or would that be falling off a cliff...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Go in the sex store.|MikeFBH2x4]]\n\n[[Just go home.|MikeFBH]]

You... guess you could try it. If it's really just doing what you're comfortable with... well... you could see yourself getting up and dancing on a few tables and shaking your newly cutie booty if it meant making enough for rent for a few months. And if you didn't hate it... well, then you can cross that bridge when you come to it.\n\n"I... guess I could give it a try, yeah. I mean, sure, I'll work the shifts," you say, trying to put more confidence into it since he is your boss after all.\n\n"Great! Oh, yeah, that reminds me, I forgot to tell you this morning," Jayjay says, raising a hand and wagging an index finger. "Getting 'changed for work' doesn't cost anything because we store the form you use, but normally using the autocloset to change back or to make other changes costs money. Sorry, I really did mean to tell you," he adds sheepishly at your shocked look. "A lot of the 'girls' only change back when they're going to have a day off, which is why the dressing room is actually, y'know, a dressing room and not just a place to keep the autocloset. Anyway I'm glad this jogged my memory, because I meant to flag it so that you can use it for free until after this weekend."\n\n"Oh." You blink a few times, then say "Thanks", managing not to add 'I guess'.\n\n"Sure! Oh, try not to play around with it <i>too</i> much or get <i>too</i> wild," Jayjay cautions. "The autocloset can do damn near anything, but if you get too nuts with it my bosses might gripe at me about what it costs them."\n\n"Huh. Like... how wild?" you ask uncertainly.\n\n"Just don't turn yourself into a nine foot tall three-headed four-dicked dragon or something like that, okay?" Jay holds up one finger, then two, waggling them. "No more than one head and no more than two cocks, arright?" And with that pronouncement, he turns and flounces back into his office.\n\n"..." You just stare after him, then shake your head and make your way into the dressing room.\n\n"Oh, hey Mikaela," Kandi chirps, turning around from his locker, currently wearing nothing but his cage and a bellybutton piercing, a curved thing with a dangly chain bearing a bright pink, almost glowing 'Male' symbol. "Jayjay gave me your ID card, you'll want it if you wanna use the autocloset!"\n\n"Ah... yeah," you say sheepishly, trying not to stare either at him or at the equally naked Lira, who's just finishing applying bright purple sparkly eyeshadow and metallic blue lipstick, and is placing a little rainbow star sticker to one side of her chin. You head over and accept the card, which has your name (albeit as 'Mikaela') and a box with 'TEMP' where the photo would be... then blink as Kandi also holds up a small key with a heart-shaped fob.\n\n"Could you unlock me too, since you're here?" he asks cheerfully.\n\n"... Yeah okay," you say faintly, accepting the key and trying to fit it into the small lock without... touching too much, or thinking too much about what you're doing.\n\n"Honey, I would really love it if you would wait one or two days, or at least more than twelve hours, after meeting someone new before asking them to help you with your chastity device," Lira says dryly as he finishes his makeup and turns to pick up a sparkly blue thong and step into it.\n\n"Psh," Kandi says dismissively, taking off the several parts of the device, and leaving her small, untanned cock jiggling freely as she immediately flounces after you over to the autocloset. "Oh hey, did Jayjay tell you about how it costs to use the autocloset if it's not 'getting dressed' for work?"\n\n"Ah, yeah, but she actually said that I could use it for free all the way through this weekend," you note, which makes both Lira and Kandi visibly perk up. "I guess she was really glad I agreed to work the weekend night shift."\n\n"Oooo, I can see why, that's a tough gig for a newb," Lira says as he pulls on a white blouse and, rather than buttoning it up, ties it in front and starts rolling up the sleeves. "I mean, I bet you can handle it for sure, but I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to conserve your energy for it, especially if you're gonna do all three nights."\n\n"Oh, psh, you've got at least half a week of using the autocloset for <i>free</i>!" Kandi scoffs, blue eyes sparkling as he looks at you. "You should totally use it to get freaky before coming to the club with us tonight!" He pauses before adding in a stage-whisper, "Or hey, if you did wanna get freaky, maybe you could come to my place and me and Lira could, y'knooooow..."\n\n"Don't just volunteer me," Lira huffs as he pulls up a bright red pleated skirt and fastens it... but his cheeks warm visibly as he glances at you, then away. "... I can volunteer myself."\n\nKandi giggles, then looks at you, eyes still shining with delight. "C'mon! Get at least a little wild and come out with us! Or get, like, really wild and maybe stay in with us! This thing can do all sorts of stuff, and they're just familiar enough in the place we're going no one will lose their shit if you come in as something fun and weird!"\n\nYou glance at Kandi, then the autocloset pad. ... Well. You guess you should at least decide whether you're basically gonna change back and go home... or maybe stay as you are and go home, spending a little of your tip on the way... or use the autocloset to get a little freaky. ... Or a lot freaky.\n\n<hr>\n[[Change and go home.|MikeFBH]]\n\n[[Go home as you are.|MikeFBH2x2]]\n\n[[Get a little freaky.|MikeFBH]]\n\n[[Get a <i>lot</i> freaky.|MikeFBH]]

You are a male. You have a penis, balls, and an ass. Hooray!\n\nSo now we've got the basic of the basics established. The next thing to choose is your age. The younger you are, the wilder your adventures can be from the outset. The older you are, the more you'll tend to start out with freedom, resources, and power over others. A quick summary of the options:\n\n<b>[[Teenager|chargenteenmale]]</b>: You are in your middle-teens. Ideally you should be attending high school and living with your parents... but the rebellious nature of teens means you might not be. This provides the most options for others to take power and influence over you.\n\n<b>[[Young Adult|chargenyamale]]</b>: You are in your early twenties. You're probably attending college and having a social life. You live away from your parents, but probably not on your own.\n\n<b>[[Adult|chargenadultmale]]</b>: You are in your thirties. You are fully independent. You may or may not have a family of your own. Many of your options are rather more mundane than the magical world available to the younger, but they're also closer to home.\n\n<b>[[Middle-Aged|chargenmamale]]</b>: You are in your forties or even fifties. You've already lived a fair portion of your life and established yourself and what you do. This provides the most options to start out with power and influence over others.

Look, you're tired of this nonsense about sex toys somehow breaking your brain! You're gonna prove how ridiculous that is! It's just a dildo! It's only shaped differently than the other one, that's all! It's not like the other toy rewrote your brain!\n\n... Okay you're basically bi now but that was probably true before you used it and you just figured it out, that's all!\n\nYou take your freshly-cleaned toy to the couch, preparing it much like you did the other night. For the moment you forget to start the disc... you're a little too distracted by your new lewd intent. As you settle back and start arranging your stuff, you almost idly lay the dildo on top of your own stiff cock and balls. Mmf... it feels surprisingly heavy that way. And... it's definitely bigger than you are like this. Huff. ... But also your dick gives a twitch underneath it so... um... y-yeah. Your hands slip and slide across the surface of it as you lube up all those inhuman bulges and curves and dips and angles, and admittedly with every stroke of your hands over it and your fingers sliding along those bestial proportions you're getting more excited. Screw waiting, you wanna try this now!\n\nYou hike your legs up and wiggle a bit to get into position, gripping the base of the toy and settling the tip into place against your pucker, which you feel actually quiver a little with anticipation. H-holy fuck, you're really turned on... your cock is actually leaking a steady stream of clear pre onto your belly. You take another deep breath, and then push-\n\n"Oh <i>fuck</i>!" you blurt as it slides smoothly several inches inside you despite the greater size. You're not sure if it's that pointed tip or the gradual curve or the Supa-Lube, but whatever it is your eager little ass just engulfs it. Holy shit, it already feels so different inside you, you think with a low whimper as you start working it back and forth. That slick, smooth bulge presses you wider bit by bit until the other side of it pulls it in all the way, and you feel that bulging knot at the base thump against your newly sensitive, slick little ring.\n\n'I want it,' you immediately think, starting to pant as you begin pumping the doggy dildo in and out of yourself quickly, feeling that round, firm thing smack against you every time, the slicked-up sounds of the lubed toy plunging into your pucker filling the room along with your whimpers and moans. 'I want the knot, I wanna take the knot, I need to take the knot, oh fuck gimme the knot gimme the knot!' you think near-frantically as you push firmly at the bottom of the thrust.\n\nAlmost... almost... again and again, you grind the knot against yourself, urging your asshole to open and accept it. But even with the Supa-Lube and your eagerness it's just sooooo big, it's soooo fucking big, it feels soooo fucking big and fat and bulging and round and you want it, you want it, your ass is squeezing and you want it so fucking bad, you need the knot, you need that knot you need it to give you puppies take it take it take iiiiiiiiiit!\n\nAnd it pops inside. Your asshole finally stretches enough to slide over the middle of that thick bulge and then it just slips the rest of the way in, the base of the toy thumping against you as the toy essentially locks inside you. Your eyes roll and your back arches, your cock firing off long streamers of thick white all over your chest and splashing on your own face without once ever having been touched. The intensity of your orgasm destroys every last bit of attraction you ever had to humans, wiping out straight, bi, gay, that single instant of mind-blasting pleasure turning you into a bitch for life.\n\nYour tongue lolls out, little whimpers and almost barks escaping from your heaving chest as you continue to work your hips in the air, sending more spatters of cum onto your belly and then dry-firing a few more times, your hips writhing and fucking the air, mindlessly trying to grind back against the ass of the mate your new bitch-turned brain tells you must be there because you still have a big virile male's dick knotted in your pussy. It takes several more long moments before you can finally settle, panting and shivering, something like sentient human thought starting to trickle back into your brain.\n\nAfter a few moments you reach down, tugging and wiggling at the dildo, whimpering softly again, then giving a loud gasp as you manage to get the knot to pop back out. But the feeling of loss and emptiness is so overwhelming that almost instantly you push against it again, once more making your tight little pucker spread open around it until it engulfs it fully again, hips thrusting upward in an echo of the orgasm as the knot settles back into you. Yesssss... fuck, so good!\n\nYou... you need to...\n\n<hr>\n[[... check that unlabeled disc.|MikeFBH2x9]]\n\n[[... find the real thing.|MikeFB]]

With that unlabeled case, you're absolutely certain the whole reason she gave you that warning was to try and egg you on. She knew, or at least suspected, you'd do it anyway and turn into a little knot-slut. So you'd bet anything that disc is related!\n\nYou start to sit up, but after a moment huff and, slightly regretfully, pull the dildo out of yourself again, mmmfing as the knot pops back out and again leaves you with that rather empty feeling. But it's honestly sort of pleasurable in its own way as you get up and head over to switch out the disc in the player for the unlabeled one, settling back onto the couch to start it up.\n\nIt immediately starts playing, without a menu or loading screen, and... it's a PMV, a porn music video, intercutting scenes to music that starts with a brief, rousing buildup and then quickly builds to a fast, thumping rhythm. And the porn is... bestiality. Which you guess you should have expected... and were actually hoping for. It looks like entirely dogs so far for the first few moments, the quick scenes intercutting between males and females with the dogs, including various femboys. Like you.\n\n(You haven't really realized that you've settled into thinking of yourself as a femboy... but in the back of your mind it just seems like a muuuuch more appropriate form for a bitch to take.)\n\nYou settle back, starting to stroke your cock, unthinkingly matching the beat of the music, working your hips up lightly against the pumping of your hand. Holy shit, even if you were expecting it kind of... it's so fuckin' lewd! Your other hand almost mindlessly searches out the dildo again and pushes it back into your still thoroughly supa-lubed ass, pumping it along with the music so that the knot strikes your pucker almost with each beat, though here and there you pick up the pace to match whatever frenzied feral fucking is going on onscreen. As the song draws to a climax, the PMV turns to knotting, after knotting, after knotting, as you shove forward and push the knot back into yourself, your eyes rolling as you cum again, your cock twitching and firing more splatters of cum, though this time mostly just on your chest and belly.\n\nThe disc continues on afterward with another PMV, though you notice this one is a bit slower-paced and more diverse... every so often, among other things, you'll see a guy or a femboy topping the dogs, either males or bitches. You just sort of settle into a hazy, lazy stroking and pumping session, working the dildo into yourself and your hand over your cock, until you can feel your consciousness getting ready to fade. Semi-mechanically turning off the TV and putting things away (definitely one disc you don't want to leave in for someone to discover if they come over), you take a quick rinse in the shower before collapsing into bed.\n\nIt's mid-morning when you wake up, and as you have breakfast you've already decided that there's two things you need to do. The first is to take a quick shopping trip... since you're staying a femboy, you'll need some new clothes. You can't afford the <i>really</i> nice and sexy stuff (yet), but you at least buy yourself some cute reasonably-priced panties, little shorts and even a few skirts, and some shirts that actually fit. And so, attired in a cute new pink T-shirt and little white athletic shorts and your new pair of pink sneakers, you go to attend to the other thing.\n\n"Well, welcome back!" the porn shop clerk says brightly. Somehow you're not at all surprised to find her here at opening, despite what a long shift that would be to take her to when you'd been in before. Nor does it surprise you much at this point that she looks you up and down briefly, then smirks and says, "Went right to the doggy dildo, didn'cha?"\n\n"Mhmm," you murmur, blushing a little bit but not bothering to deny it as you walk up to the counter.\n\n"Thought so. Completely addicted now, huh?"\n\n"Y-yeah," you murmur, still blushing as you brush a fingertip along your cheek.\n\n"Alright. So! What can I do for you today to feed that addiction?" she says in an amused tone, propping her elbows on the counter and her chin on her palms, grinning at you.\n\n<hr>\n[[You want another one. A bigger one.|MikeFB]]\n\n[[You want a dog.|MikeFB]]\n\n[[You wanna be a porn star.|MikeFBH2x10]]\n\n[[You want to be hers.|MikeFB]]

You step over to the area where it looks like Liam does his casting activities. There's various items you can sort of vaguely understand the idea of... what you think is a small melting furnace, a mixing station, a bunch of tools used for carving out molds. But mostly it's just a bunch of stuff in a wild variety of colors and apparent purposes.\n\nAnd looking at the various molds up close... oh yeah some of them are definitely of a lewd purpose. Opening one up, you blush a little at the interior cavity that is clearly and utterly obvious as a fairly large cock... with little letters carved into part of the mold block that read 'Julio'. Now mostly curious, you check a few more... 'David', 'Jamal', 'Aiden', 'Hiroshi'... and then start finding a set of shallower outer impressions that make you blush even more, labeled things like 'Kiersten', 'Ana', 'Lawanda', which are... well, they're obviously not dicks. Your eyes widen a little as you find one labeled 'Damien' that has an interior cavity that... well. The really big bulge at the base alone makes you think it wasn't a typical guy it was taken from. You do your best to put that one back exactly where you found it, so it's not obvious you found it. Whether or not Liam would be embarrassed as he said, that's a polite fiction you'd like to continue! \n\n"Heheh, checking out my little collection of molds, are we?"\n\nYou jump just a bit, looking rather guiltily over your shoulder (even though Liam told you to snoop). He seems to have returned just now, despite you not hearing the door. "Ah, yeah, I guess so. Are these, uh, all people you've... y'know?" you murmur, cheeks flaming.\n\n"Not <i>all</i>. Well, not all before I took the molds," Liam allows, snickering a bit as he walks over. "I mean I've fucked a lot of these people, if that's what you're asking," he declares breezily, picking up one of the blocks containing a cock mold... 'Hiroshi', you think... and tossing it a short distance from hand to hand. "Art students are very open-minded if you tell them you're doing something for an art project. In fact non-artists get pretty open about being willing to do things when you tell them it's for an art project too. And after some fun handling and rubbing and stroking and seeing the results, welllll, a string of things very often leads to another," he adds with a bit of a giggle.\n\n'Even with "Damien"?' you almost ask, but bite your tongue lightly, cheeks coloring again. You watch him set down the mold, and instead ask, "So you do a lot of casting work and stuff?"\n\n"Oh, yes, in fact I think it might be my favorite out of all the art styles I'm working with right now," Liam replies warmly, looking over the molds and casting equipment with twinkling eyes. "Not just for the potential naughty applications, you understand, but for all the various possibilities. And I think the symbolism of it, which might be even more than sculpting. With sculpting it's like... you're either chipping things away or forcing them into the shape you want, which can be fulfilling in its own way. But with casting, you're taking this gaping void, this nothing, and you're filling it up, pouring what you've made into it, taking something that was just a brick or a tube of goo and instead filling up the emptiness with it to make something." He pauses, then snickers. "Well, it wound up sounding like it's about sex again. But what do you think, Gwyn?"\n\n<hr>\n[[You think it's amazing!|GwynLiam]]\n\n[[It's pretty cool, yeah.|GwynLiam]]\n\n[[Meh.|GwynLiam]]

You kneel between your Master's legs, obediently bobbing your head in long, smooth motions as he commanded. You haven't exactly been troubled by a gag reflex ever since you changed, but even if you had, your Master's orders would override that. Your own cock is stiff and throbbing and eager, dripping a steady supply of pre, but you ignore it for your Master's pleasure. He'll tell you when you can fuck again... you're always eager and ready to, after all.\n\n"I suppose I should have told you that the solution has documented side effects when mixed with sugar," Master says in an amused tone, stroking the top of your head, letting his hand wander down a bit further along your thick, straight mane of raven hair. "But I admit I did sort of want to see what would happen. I suppose it was a good thing you were too stupid to use something else, hm?"\n\nSince that seems to be a question, you pull your mouth up and off his prick, gasping a little but immediately starting to pump his shaft with your slender, girly fingers, not wanting his pleasure to stop for a second. "Yes, Master, it's good that I'm your stupid brainless whore," you answer in a husky, but undeniably femining dicksucking voice.\n\n"Yes, yes it is," he chuckles, giving you a nudge on the head to return you to sucking him. He glances over at your fellow slaves, all of them standing in a row with their hands on display, huge boobs and fat pricks shown off for him, their bodies trembling eagerly with the desire to fuck but obediently staying in position as told. "Admittedly the dick growth was unexpected. It seems that an introduction of outside DNA during a quick-induced change can cause certain physical trait blending. Hm... I'm not so into futanari that I'd need four of them. I suppose once I make a few seed money-generating pornos with all of you, these three can be used for other experiments. Or sold. You three would like that, wouldn't you? Being used as lab rats, or sold to be fucktoys or porn-slaves for the rest of your lives?"\n\n"Yes, Master," the other slaves answer in chorus, their cocks all twitching and letting loose drops of pre at the thought.\n\n"As for you," Master continues, glancing down at you. "Well, since you still have a cock and look mostly like him, I shouldn't have too much trouble convincing a court that you're Austin. It's not their problem if you've become a mindless sex-crazed pervert and gotten implants, just that you're allowed to have access to your bank accounts and real estate holding. Which you'll give to me, in return for fucking you up the ass right now, won't you?"\n\nYou moan heavily around his prick, pulling your head up and off again and eagerly turning around, bracing yourself on one hand and reaching back with the other, your fingers sinking into the yielding flesh of your ass as you pull one buttcheek aside to show him your hole. "Oh, oh yes Master, please, take everything, take everything, just fuck me!"\n\n"Well... alright," Master says with an apparently long-suffering sigh that sends a delighted shiver through you due to reminding you how worthless and pathetic you are compared to him. As his cock sinks into you, you smile brainlessly and let your eyes roll up, your body shuddering immediately in assgasm before he's even entirely outside. \n\nThose were definitely the best cookies ever!\n\n<b>Austin and Shirou<b> end - <i>Futanari Bimbo Cookie Slave</i>

Your daughter Rosalita (named for her great-grandmother on her mother's side, typically just going by 'Lita') has, in your opinion, turned out pretty well. As one might expect, she went through a fairly tomboy period when she was younger, though she semi grew out of that and has now developed a slightly goth-y aesthetic at fifteen... hey, you did the same when you were her age. Luckily the two of you have always shared a lot of interests... one thing that's never flagged is her avid interest in gaming, and she's been getting into programming too, which you've got to admit swells your heart with fatherly pride.\n\nOf course, raising a teenage daughter isn't all fun and computer games. So when you're sitting on the couch in the living room one day and Lita trots in and plops herself down beside you, smiling and draping her arm along the back of it all casual, giving you her best easy smile, you can feel the press coming. Lita's grown her hair out the last few years until it falls about halfway down her back, the natural black fitting her chosen aesthetic quite well. She's got a slender, pretty face with a little beauty mark under one eye, and has taken to wearing contacts to tint her pale blue eyes purple. She's also got on a collar she's taken to wearing... luckily, far more fashion/aesthetic than anything kink-oriented, with a simple but fashionable front clasp. She's got on a fairly loose long-sleeved black shirt with a slightly wide collar, and a pair of black shorts that leave her slender legs bare, and show off that she's got her toenails painted a rich purple color to match her fingernails.\n\n<img src="images/Lita.jpg">\n\n"Heeeey Dad," she coos sweetly.\n\n"Lita," you greet wryly, deciding to just go ahead and turn off the TV. \n\n"Oh hey, you didn't need to turn off the TV," she says in slightly too much of a hurry, glancing towards it. She seems to be aware that maybe she hasn't covered up her intention to ask you for something as skillfully as she hoped, but she's pressing ahead anyway. "I mean, I don't want to <i>bother</i> you if you're in the middle of something..."\n\n"C'mon, kiddo, who do you think you're fooling?" you scoff, standing up and turning to face her, grinning as her expression goes a little sheepish. "It's obvious you want something."\n\n"Welllllll..." she hedges, squirming a little in place.\n\n"And I bet I know what it is..."\n\n<hr>\n[["... a new computer."|JackGirl1x1]]\n\n[["... permission to date."|JackGirl2x1]]\n\n[["... a new piercing."|JackGirl]]\n\n[["... a tattoo."|JackGirl]]\n\n[["... <i>that</i>."|JackGirl5x1]]

You are David, a thirty-eight-year-old male. Your dark hair is clipped in a professional style, and you have a strong face and grey eyes. You keep in good shape without going the extra distance to become fully toned. Looking good is part of being successful in the business world, after all. You work for a firm that coordinates asset transfers during company dynamic shifts. (Yes, most people give you a blank-eyed look when you say it.)\n\nYou have a very beautiful wife, Michelle, tall and light-skinned with jet black hair and pretty blue eyes. You're the envy of most people you know since she has a fantastic body that's held up exceptionally well... big DD breasts with hardly any sag, a trim waist, gently curving hips, a full round ass, and long luscious legs. \n\nYour oldest daughter, Mikaela, takes after her, looking almost like a younger clone, though there's differences around the chin and ears. Her breasts are D's, but you've heard Michelle telling her not to be surprised if they still keep growing a little, even though Mikaela's already nineteen. Her hips and legs are a little more sleek, but she's got her mother's rear end. There have been times when you've honestly considered going full stereotype and getting a shotgun to keep around for any boyfriends that look at her wrong. She's currently taking a year off before going to college.\n\nYour second daughter, Janie, got your mother's red hair that skipped a generation. She got her mother's pretty facial structure and some of the sleek curvature of her muscle and bone structure, but she's rather leaner than the other two, her chest having only barely attained a B-cup so far. The look of her practically screams Ireland, though, her cheeks and the bridge of her nose dotted with freckles, her eyes a stunning emerald green. She's fifteen, and in her first year of high school.\n\nYou've been considering your life lately, as many men are wont to do as they approach forty. You've come to the decision that you need to make a change. Not something huge like ditching your job or something ridiculous like buying a useless two-seater sportscar, but just a personal change. You've decided to try and...\n\n<hr>\n[[... be a nicer person.|DavidNiceStart]]\n\n[[... be more ruthless.|DavidColdStart]]\n\n[[... focus on work.|DavidWorkStart]]\n\n[[... focus on family.|DavidFamilyStart]]

<b>March 2, 2019</b>\n* More of Ranma's adventures with [[Mystical Jan-Ken-Pon|FRanX23x1]].\n<b>March 3, 2019</b>\n* Marei and Carrie can [[keep watching|Marei6x1]] the lesbian porn Carrie found in May's room.\n<B>March 6, 2019</b>\n* Eric can now suggest he and Compliant Tifa [[do something perverse|FF7X4x3]]. (Warning: Shota content.)\n<b>March 7, 2019</b>\n* More stuff with Tifa.\n* More Mystical Jan-Ken-Pon.\n<b>March 8, 2019</b>\n* Jamie can now decide to [[not enter Errana's house|QOKevScheme1x4]] while selling chocolate with Kevin.\n<b>March 9, 2019</b>\n* More Jamie and Kevin stuff.\n<b>March 11, 2019</b>\n* More more more of the Jamie and Kevin stuff.\n<b>March 12, 2019</b>\n* Jamie can now go to the [[school|QOMaya2x3]] in the quest for a condom to fool around with Maya.\n<b>March 14</b>\n* Eric-Ranma can now throw the [["have a dick"|FRanX23x6]] match with Kira instead of letting her throw it.\n<b>March 15</b>\n* Eric can now go see Nabiki after sending [["Best Buddy" Ranma|RanPP1x3]] on a fool's errand.\n* After being sentenced to attend the Space Ranger Academy, Cyan can [[go to a bar|GGSR12x2]].\n<b>March 19, 2019</b>\n* "Doctor Deviant" can now use the [[Loyalty Laser|GGMCE6x4]] on her mother.\n<b>March 20, 2019</b>\n* Cyan can now approach the [[guy|GGDog13x1]] she sees jogging in the dog park.\n<b>March 22<, 2019</b>\n* Over in SIMFITE, Tenta-Z can now select [[Street Fighter|GG-FF-TZStart]] characters to molest.\n* More stuff from yesterday.\n* Cyan can also agree to help with finding [[the Final Worldpath|GGSG1x1]].\n<b>March 25, 2019</b>\n* The doubled-up Cyan can now wind up being [[relocated to Japan|GGAlien4x1]] in a new identity.\n<b>March 26, 2019</b>\n* Side writing.\n<b>March 27, 2019</b>\n* More "Shian" stuff.\n<b>March 28, 2019</b>\n* Shampoo can now choose to try and [[eliminate Ukyo as a rival|ShampooX1x1]].\n<b>March 29, 2019</b>\n* More Shampoo and Ukyo stuff.\n* Ascendant Sam can now elect to [[insist on equality|FemPalV3x1]].\n<b>March 30, 2019</b>\n* Replaced the youthful clothes on the Jamie-Amber path with [[party clothes|QOGF1x2]].\n<b>April 1, 2019</b>\n* Jamie can now [[agree|QOKevScheme5x2]] to what's asked of him at the MILF futa-party.

"Uh, yeah. That's... that's okay, don't worry about it," you murmur, getting to your feet slowly and taking a glance around. You seem to be in some sort of control room... at the least the thing you were slumped against has a lot of switches and levers built into parts of it, and there's a big screen directly in front of it. There's also a truly hideous set of overengineered doors directly across from said screen on the back wall. Where <i>are</i> you?\n\n"Anyway! I am Tomboy Serva, and this is my big dorky golden counterpart, Raven T. Android."\n\n"I'm fluent in over six million forms of communication! Well, maybe a few less. Three. Like, I think three?"\n\n"But who might you be, ma'am?" Serva asks, obviously still trying to put on a polite front for the new person.\n\n"Um. Mike."\n\n"Mike, oh that's a nice name, is that perhaps short for 'Michelle', or 'Mikhaela', or...?"\n\n"... Michael." You squint at her a bit. "I'm not a 'ma'am'. I'm a guy." That prompts a stare so long you feel the need to clarify. "Uh, y'know... a dude? A male? A HOLYCRAP!" you yelp as they both leap on you at once, tackling you to the floor and thudding your head again, leaving you insensate for a few moments.\n\n"I told you! I told you it could be one!"\n\n"I thought they were all kept locked up in closets and only let out to make the movies!" Raven actually sticks her nose in your armpit and inhales, then leans her head back and lets out a long, satisfied breath. "Fwah, check out that man-stench!"\n\n"Um, ew. That Japanese movie last week totally messed up your programming." Serva turns her head back to you, bouncing excitedly on her knees and tugging at the front of your jumpsuit like an excited kid, which is sort of what she looks like anyway. "Is it true, you're really a guy?! You're actually really a guy?! We've never even seen one outside of the movies!"\n\n"Er, uh... what about Dr. Canny?" you ask nervously, since it's pretty obvious that's who sent you here in the first place.\n\nBoth of them freeze at that, then look at each other, before saying in unison, "Doc Canny is a <i>guy</i>?" Then they look back at you and press in close again.\n\n"Hey! Hey, show it to us!" Serva exclaims eagerly, tugging on your jumpsuit's chest again.\n\n"Ooo, yeah, show it to us, we wanna see!" Raven adds, pressing her chest against your arm.\n\nYour eyes widen as you realize what they mean by 'it', not that it's exactly a hard leap of logic.\n\n<hr>\n[[Might as well?|MikeMSTPlaceholder]]\n\n[[No way, nuh-uh.|MikeMST1x4]]

"Hey, she's waking up!"\n\n"Uh-oh, what do we do?!"\n\n"We've been waiting for her to wake up, numbolts."\n\n"Oh. Right!"\n\n'What the hell?' You force your eyes open and try to make them focus, seeing two oddly-colored head-shaped blobs looming over you. Though as you come around, you're not entirely sure that you're actually conscious, because... well. One of them is a cute teenage-ish girl with a heart-shaped face and a pageboy haircut... made out of some sort of gold net-shaped piece of metal. In fact, all of her skin is gold, except for her eyes, which look like slightly yellowed plastic. Across from her is a younger-looking girl with fire engine red skin, and glass visor over her eyes that... well, it's weird, it's clear and see-through, but you can see the metal ceiling behind her instead of the inside of her head, or the back of her scruffy white hair or the red ballcap she's wearing.\n\n"Ooo, she IS awake!" chirps the red-skinned one.\n\n"Alright, buddy, nobody moves and nobody gets robot revolutioned!" the gold-skinned one announces.\n\n"Gyah!" You go scrambling backwards and thump against something, wincing as you bang your head a bit and find it quite tender on the back. You stare at the two... beings... in front of you. The smaller one is wearing a red t-shirt with white sleeves and a graphic of some buttons on the front, and a short white pleated skirt with black inside the pleats, black hightop sneakers on her feet. The bigger one is wearing some sort of high-collared long-sleeved black leotard with high-cut hips and no legs, showing off a lot of gold skin (and a very generous chest, though certainly nowhere near as generous as Frankie's... hers are slightly smaller than her head, after all) down to where she's wearing short black cloth boots. Both of them have rather visible robotic joints on their bare knees, and along parts of their necks.\n\n"Raven!" the red-skinned one whines, smacking the gold one with the back of her hand.\n\n"Ow! Sorry, you know how it is, I see a new human and it's all like, 'Hey, you planning on oppressing me?'"\n\n"Eheh, eheh, no one's oppressing anyone!" the little one snaps after a few nervous flaps, flailing at her companion for a moment, before turning back to you and adopting a conciliatory stance. "Please forgive my companion, ma'am. You see, she's an idiot."\n\n"Yeah, sorry. ... HEY!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Killer robots! Run for it!|MikeMSTPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Apology... accepted?|MikeMST1x3]]

"Alright," you say in a resigned tone, shaking your head as you step inside, the door sliding closed behind you after a second. You take a look around... at least the room isn't small enough to be claustrophobic. The bunk is kind of built into a wall with a nook above it, with some other shelves and storage along that wall above the indentation. There's similarly a desk built into the wall, and some of what looks like exercise equipment along the opposite wall. Wandering over to the desk, you take a look at the scattering of what look like partly-assembled gadgets and some sort of blueprints. Huh... looks like Joan was working on designs for some more robots. And probably some stuff for the invention exchange. \n\n'She wasn't terribly organized, for an engineer,' you think with a bit of a blush as you pick up a pair of white satin panties with embroidered black filagree work around the edges off the back of the chair. Are these the product of that clothes weaver thingy Thicsy mentioned? If so you've gotta admit it does good work, they look like they came from an expensive high-end lingerie store, and you doubt many of those deliver to space.\n\n<hr>\n[[Examine the plans in more detail.|MikeMST]]\n\n[[Examine the gadgets in more detail.|MikeMST]]\n\n[[Go to bed.|MikeMST]]\n\n[[Go to bed... and jerk off.|MikeMST]]

There seems a loooot of reasons why that would be a questionable idea at best, so instead you plant a palm against both aartifical girls' foreheads and push them back, causing them to make whiny noises and flail their arms cutely. "Yeah I'm not doing that."\n\n"Aw, c'mon! We've only seen 'em in movies!" Serva whimpers.\n\n"Yeah! I mean you do have one, doncha?" Raven adds.\n\n"Of course I-! ... This is not a conversation we're having," you say flatly as you get to your feet again. "And exactly what sort of movies have you been watching, anyway?!"\n\nBefore either of them can answer, there's a slight... well, thudding. As in heavy footfalls that actually shake the floor just a little. Blinking, you turn, and your eyes widen as a very large and very purple form enters the room. Like the other two she's that same bright, obviously artificial color all over, clearly made of some kind of plastic, with obviously artificial joints and seams in the skin here and there. Unlike the other two she's wearing barely anything on her massive body except for a silvery sports bra and athletic cut panties. She's very, well, thicc as they say, with wide, broad hips, powerfully-shaped legs, a bit of paunch shape to her belly (which is a feat since it's plastic), and massive rubber breasts. Her face is dominated by a pair of heavily exaggerated, well, dick-sucking lips, thick and puffy and obviously made of some squishy material, her yellow eyes peering from above them and beneath her slicked-back purple hair.\n\n"What, is this the new guy?" she asks in a deep, slightly hoarse voice.\n\n"Yeah and he's an actual <i>guy</i>!" Serva blurts.\n\n"But he won't show it to us!" Raven adds complainingly. "Thicsy, make him show us his dick!"\n\nYou stare in worry, since 'Thicsy' stands head and shoulders over you and looks like she could easily do that. The Amazonian robot rests her hands on her hips and purses her massive lips a bit, though, eyeing the pair of smaller robots instead. "Don't harass people to show you their dicks, it's rude."\n\n"'Kaaaaaay," both immediately murmur, hanging their heads.\n\n"Uhhhhh... could I just... ask again what's going on here?" you say, lifting a finger.\n\n"Right, right." Thicsy turns back to you. "What's your name?"\n\n"Mike."\n\n"Okay, Mike, I'm Thicsy, the maintenance robot. I basically keep this whole place running. You've apparently met Serva and Raven, they're your companions. There are a couple of other bots around the station, you'll probably meet them eventually."\n\n"Station?!"\n\n"Yeah, you're in space. This is the Satellite of Lust, where Doc Canny runs his experiment to see how much porn it takes to completely break someone's mind. You'd think there'd be plenty of ways to study that on Earth, but," Thicsy mutters, brushing a fingertip at the side of her head before shrugging, her massive rubber breasts lifting and dropping without a jiggle. "The original experiment subject was Joan, the lesbian mechanical engineer that designed all of us out of the various ship systems."\n\n... Okay you'd wonder why she felt the need to include 'lesbian' in there but it actually does explain a lot about why the robots look like they do. "Wait, I'm a prisoner here?! An experimental test subject prisoner?! But that's, that's kidnapping!" you splutter.\n\n"Good luck getting in contact with a cop that cares enough to sort out <i>this</i> jurisdictional snarl," Thicsy quips with a loud snort. "Probably better to just accept it and try to adapt. That said, there's a few things you should know." She holds up a hand and starts counting points off on her segmented plastic fingers. "One, when we get Porno Sign, you have to drop everything and rush into the theater there," she says, tilting her head towards the massive ugly door. "If you don't, Doc Canny will probably subject you to whatever weird experiment he's got on hand or has squirreled away in the station, if he doesn't just decide to shut off the heat and air. Two, once a week you're expected to do an invention exchange with the Wacks... that's what we call Doc Canny and Frankie. Usually if it's something pervy they're happier about it, and them being happier makes life more bearable for all of us... usually. Serva and Raven are basically idiots-"\n\n"Awwww," both whine, though Raven adds quietly, "Fair cop."\n\n"So it's better if you come up with the idea and just tell me what it is ahead of invention exchange day, and I'll build it as best I can. Three, we're almost totally, absolutely, nearly completely certain that Joan used the only escape pod on the Satellite of Lust, so it's no good spending all your time looking for another one," Thicsy points out, literally pointing a finger at you. "Frankly, Mike, I'm kind of ticked at her for just ditching all of us, so I'd appreciate it if at least for a while you didn't rock the boat and let things get back to normal."\n\n"O... kay," you murmur, staring at her finger a bit. "... I'll keep it in mind, I guess?" Admittedly the fact that your captor can turn off the air and heat at will kind of made an impression on you.\n\n"Good. Then I'll show you to your quarters," she says, turning to head back down the hallway, apparently expecting you to follow.\n\n'... Damn that's a big ass,' you think as you scurry a bit to catch up, unable to help staring a bit at the round, smooth curves hugged by the athletic panties. Not as big as Frankie's tits, you feel compelled to remind yourself... Frankie's kind of wrecked the curve for calling most body parts 'big', you guess. Heck, maybe Thicsy's in such a grumpy mood because Joan built her so that she seems to barely fit in the corridor, her head almost brushing the ceiling. It's not a very long walk before she stops and turns, gesturing to a door. "Here y'go."\n\n"Thanks," you murmur, since what else can you say, and step forward, the door parting in the middle and sliding open. You blink a bit at the sight of the obviously lived-in and slightly messy room, in part because some of what you can see scattered around are several pairs of panties and a couple of bras, as well as a couple of what are obviously sex toys. "Uh, is this, um, Joan's room?"\n\n"It's the only one that's really set up for comfortable human habitation," Thicsy says with another shrug. "Serva and Raven's rooms aren't going to be any better, really, they don't even have mattresses. The jumpsuits in the closet are one size fits all so there's your clothes, I guess I can reconfigure the clothing weavers to do boxers or something. Aaaanyway, you've had a long day of being clonked on the head and shot into space, why don't I let you get some rest?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yeah, okay.|MikeMST1x5]]\n\n[[Wait, you want to know more about the robots.|MikeMST]]

"I mean, let's be honest," you declare breezily as Nancy gives a yelp at the vines suddenly hauling her down onto her back. "Halloween is <i>the</i> sexiest holiday! Everyone's hoping to get laid in their costumes! Mine is just <i>the</i> best costume, and it's all thanks to you, Nyancy!" you coo down at her as you settle down to your knees and take hold of her thighs.\n\nNancy looks like she doesn't know quite what to feel, and is feeling some heady mixture of terror, pride, and anticipation as you lift her lower body up. Her jaw drops a bit as you float your head forward from its place above your collar and bobble it around through the air, humming cheerfully as it wibbles its way downward and out of her sight. Then she yips again as you have your body set her down right on top of you, her ass pressing against your pumpkin and your ears teasing her thighs. It's a position that feels nice~, and will have an absolutely lovely view.\n\n"Oh, oh!" Nancy gasps out as you slap your hefty black-and-green cock against her swollen, sodden pussy a few times, before she lets out a long groan of mingled humiliation and pleasure as your cock pushes into her. You giggle, snaking your tongue out and teasing your own balls with it encouragingly as your body sinks its prick into Nancy's snatch, her cunt eager and gripping at you even if her body is still resisting. \n\nYour body is soon fucking her, making her tits jiggle and her ass press and rub atop your pumpkin. You look up, enjoying the view of your balls slapping against her taint, and knowing she must have her own quite lovely view... your headless body rising above her, thrusting into her, fat furry tits bouncing and square piercings glinting. You stop teasing your own balls with your tongue and instead thrust it back into Nancy's winking pucker, the bespectacled woman gasping loudly and arching her hips, which then begin to jerk and twist, fucking herself against both your cock and your tongue whether her mind wants her body to do that or not.\n\n"Nyaahhhhh, annnnh, nyeeeee," you call teasingly in your echoing, multi-voiced voice as you tongue-fuck asshole while just actually fucking her pussy, your long, writhing, bumpy tentacle of a tongue working deeper and deeper into her as your cock just continues to pound her pussy, fucking her deep and stretching her wide.\n\nSoon Nancy's letting out a shriek, her back arching and her ass actually lifting off from atop your head as she cums hard, her ass clamping down on your tongue and her pussy squeezing and gushing around your cock. She quivers and bucks, making all sorts of humiliated, slutty noises as she cums all over your balls, her whole body shaking as her mind is forced to give in to the strange pleasures her own creation can visit on her.\n\nGiggling again, you slide your tongue out of her and float off to the side, observing the moment from there as your body thrusts in deep and starts pumping more egg cream sugar goo deep into Nancy's cunt, her hips bucking in eagerness even as she gives a protesting whimper, her eyes rolling as she tosses her head back and forth.\n\nYour body holds itself still for a moment... then hauls up further on her legs, letting them frame its tits as it begins thrusting again. Nancy cries out, her eyes rolling as she's driven right from her orgasm into her next bout of pleasure, her toes curling and her fingers clenching beneath her, the vines still holding her arms in their snug embrace under her.\n\n"So cuuuute!" you coo as you float your head over to land on the floor beside her own head as she bucks and quivers at getting fucked. "Nyancy~! Nyancy~! Kiss me, Nyancy~!" you coo sweetly to her.\n\nNancy whimpers, quickly giving her head a hard shake of denial, right before she lets out another cry of forced pleasure at your body putting even more of its back into fucking her, twin tails lashing behind it.\n\n"Kiss me, Nyancy~, kiss me~!" you continue to coo. "I love you, Nyancy~, just like you love thi~s! Kiss me~, kiss me~!"\n\nYou continue to tease her and plead for kisses as she's fucked, her eyes rolling again and again and her tongue jutting as she's repeatedly brought right up to the edge before she clamps down on it, seemingly determined this time to not be forced to cum... or to enjoy it as long as she can. Because gradually you can see her losing the battle, the bucking of her hips towards your body's thrusts becoming smoother and more deliberate, her cries gradually losing that humiliated and resisting tone. Until finally she cries out again, cumming in almost perfect tandem with your body, bare toes curling and back arching hard enough to make her tits jiggle as she soaks your body's balls as she's pumped with more sugary candy goodness.\n\nShe slumps in the aftermath, panting, her whole body trembling, eyes closed. Her head flops towards you, eyes opening to faint slits as she breathes hard, seeming like she's barely conscious, or maybe fucked until she can't think.\n\nThen her head tilts, bringing her lips right up to your pumpkin cheek and pressing a soft, sweet little kiss against it. Her little thank-you for a thorough Halloween raping.\n\n"Awww, Nyancy~, you're the best," you purr as you have your body pull out of her, your head floating back up to hover above your collar again as you stand up, your now mostly-soft cock still dripping with her juices and yours. The pumpkins retract their vines from her, leaving her sweaty, sprawled, and barely awake on the floor as you trot towards the door, the pumpkins falling into march behind you, bobbing and swaying as they slither along on their vines or bound along in your wake.\n\n"Ah, a lovely start to Halloween treating!" you purr, stretching your arms up high, your head lifting several inches in its floating. Then you give an 'oh!' as one of the pumpkins holds up the bottle of thus far untouched magic orange bodypaint. "Good catch, dear, thank you. In fact, all of you load yourselves up with anything that might add to the fun!" you call to the rest, though you see they were already doing so without you having noticed... how wonderful to have competent help! Why, you bet they'd have done that in other circumstances, so that someone wouldn't have to call attention to it twenty times! "The things of Halloween are, after all, my medium," you add, having your body give a flourishing bow without bothering to have your head move at all.\n\nAhhhhh... and you're <i>so</i> ready to get started with some fun Halloween fucking! Clearly sex is how you're going to claim power over the people of this town, and then the rest of the world! The more fucking you do, the more you can stretch Halloween night out, until finally it lasts forever! That will be a wonderful treat~! And just think, then you'd be able to rape your beloved Nancy all the time, over and over, forever and ever! She'd love that! Whether she liked it or not! You giggle at the thought even as you scoop up enough of the paint to turn it into a... hm, let's go with shiny black bikini this time, shall we? Yes, a skimpy little thing that, nevertheless, should obscure the bulges of your piercings and your prick in the dark of the night. Give you time to sneak up on prey... plus it's just so fun to whip them out, too!\n\nYou step out of the shop with your pumpkin parade on your heels, inhaling a deep breath of Halloween night air through your complete lack of a nose. Ah~! And you can already feel time warping around you, the night acknowledging its queen, starting to twist itself into circles to give you the time you need. How lovely! So you should have plenty of time to work your craft! The question now is, where to start?\n\nThere are lots of Halloween parties you know of out there, including the one you were going to attend! Heheh, quite easy enough to turn those into orgies of some sort, no doubt! Probably slightly quantity over quality on the lewdness there, but you never know, you might manage both!\n\nAnd then of course there's all the separated people out there... the ones just out and wandering about by themselves, or on the way somewhere, or having Halloween troubles! And if they're having troubles, why, your dick is clearly the solution! Maybe not to their problem, but to your problem of not having fucked them yet, nyahaha~!\n\nMmm, or maybe... some cute trick-or-treaters? All sorts of fun to be had there, them all guaranteed to be dressed up in their costumes~! (And if they're not, why, your chance to indulge in a trick, too! Maybe by giving them costumes that <i>you'd</i> like, nyahaha~!)\n\nSo where to start, hm?\n\n<hr>\n[[Party.|BudQOH5x2]]\n\n[[Randos.|BudQOH7x1]]\n\n[[Trick-or-treaters.|BudQOH6x1]]

-Update 1-\n* <b>Main:</b> After being welcomed into his new super-family, Eric can become [[Hazel's|RunFF7x2]] apprentice.\n* <b>Main:</b> Sissified-by-Joshua Jamie can now [[reveal his condition|QOBully3x4]] to his dad. In a nearby alternate reality, non-sissified Jamie can tell Nyle he wants to [[stick up for himself|QOBully2x2]].\n-Update 2-\n* <b>Main:</b> There's now an "[[Items|RanDeb1x5]]" option for toying with female Ranma on the basic debug sim.\n* <b>Main:</b> Gwyn can now agree to Liam using his [[new creation|GwynLiam1x10]] on him.\n-Update 3-\n* <b>Main:</b> Callista can urge Sandra to [[escape through the underwater tunnel|HellKore10x2]] while she stays behind.\n* <b>Main:</b> The roster of partners available to Callista at the [[volleyball tournament|DOA2x1]] has been altered and opened up.\n- Update 4 -\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can just [[be direct|RanDeb8x1]] after luring Ranma to the woods. He can also use the Chair to target the [[most influential|RanChair1x3]] girls first.\n* Smooth Conditioner Plug now available under the Items in update 2.

Oho~! What fun! It looks like it's an all-girl party too! Though that certainly doesn't mean it's any less rowdy, or sexy, you muse with glee as you head up the steps and inside the house, unchallenged. Immediately you're surrounded by poppy female vocals (try to guess who by... go on, guess), the sound of chattering feminine voices and laughter, and gyrating bodies practically reeking with cheap beer and expensive lust.\n\nPerhaps the party is either for girls who love girls, or maybe just to have fun before they head out to other parties with boys, because there's certainly no shortage of sexy costumes on display... furry bikinis (or strips) with tails and earbands of either the cat or wolf or bear persuasion, skimpy schoolgirl outfits, superhero bodysuits, the works~! What a lovely Halloween get-together, already so thoroughly charged with sexual energy!\n\n"Whoa! Dude! How are you doing the floating effect?!"\n\nYou turn your head... ninety degrees, without the slightest shift in the rest of your body... which clearly startles the person who asked, a shortish, slender person in a long-skirted maid outfit, including a long blonde wig, the top of the dress and apron fastened over an entirely flat chest. You spread your smile wider, which clearly further disconcerts them, before saying, "It's a secret~!"\n\nThat actually seems to mollify the maid, who snorts and says, in a fairly deepish voice, "Ah, okay, whatever dude."\n\n"Mmm~." Your head swivels up and down before you slip over behind, resting your hands on the frilled shoulders, head floating in a bit closer to a wig-covered ear, the maid looking nervous again as you ask in a cheeky whisper, "Do these girls know you're a boy~?"\n\nHe blinks, then blushes in embarrassment... before he smirks. "Yeah," he whispers back, turning his head. "But see, I told the girl I know here that I'm gay~! I heard that totally~ works on girls like these, not only do they get hot for the crossdressing, but then they all wanna try and 'turn' the gay guy!" Then he blinks, looking confused. "I... don't know why I told you that."\n\n"I'm the Queen of Halloween, dear, I'm very easy to talk to," you assure him, carved smile growing again as he gives a dismissive snort. "But gosh, you must have quite the desire! Do you want them <i>all</i> to fuck you?"\n\nHe blinks, then looks even more smug than before. "I mean, in the best case scenario!"\n\n<hr>\n[["Okay then. They'll all fuck you!"|BudQOH5x3a]]\n\n[["How about you start with me~?"|BudQOH5x3b]]\n\n[["Oh, but... with that little thing?"|BudQOH5x3c]]\n\n[["Mmmmm... nah, watch me do it instead!"|BudQOH5x3d]]

Yes, a party could definitely be so~ much fun! Besides the parties you already knew about, you have this feeling you'll just be able to sense them when you get near! So you set out with no particular destination, and soon find yourself at a party at a-\n\n<hr>\n[[-sorority house.|BudQOH5x3]]

"What's this special stuff?" you ask with a frown.\n\n"Oh, it's an all new thing," he chuckles. "I came up with it especially for dealers to give their somewhat more burnt-out clients... people who are getting numb to everything else, who are having trouble paying for the higher doses they need, that sort of thing. The addiction factor is high and the results are... some call it 'transformative'."\n\nHe picks up a plain black laptop bag from one table and sets it down on another close to you, unzipping it and revealing that the interior is lined with about ten small syringes. You quirk an eyebrow. "Small doses, the stuff really that potent?"\n\n"Yes," he grunts simply, as if annoyed that you'd even dare to think he couldn't create something that would get a junkie high just by looking at it. He rezips the laptop bag, then holds out a slip of paper. "This is the address of where the rest of the dealers will be meeting up... it will probably be sometime this afternoon, but do <i>not</i> be late," he adds in a near-snarl as he practically shoves the laptop bag against your chest. "Don't use GPS to find the address, and burn the paper once you're there, so that you don't fuck up and lead the cops right to the operation."\n\nBiting down your urge to comment, you just mutter wordlessly a bit as you take the bag and turn to go, heading for the stairs. You pause as he calls your name, turning a bit to look at him over your shoulder.\n\n"I highly advise you not to 'sample' the product," he sneers, arms folded over his chest. "No matter how much the thought appeals."\n\nScowling and heroically resisting the urge to flip him off, you head back up the stairs, hearing the door slide closed behind you. Man, what a dick. It really chaps your ass to think of having to be his loyal little bitch-boy for however long Jerome expects this deal to last. 'Don't be late!' Man fuck him.\n\n<hr>\n[[Still. Don't be late.|YPBB1x4]]\n\n[[Eh, you'll get there when you get there.|YPBB]]

Jerome wouldn't have bothered with this guy if it weren't possible to make a fuck-ton of money off of him. You take a deep breath by reminding yourself that a third of all the money made off of this could be yours, and if it's the sort of figures that got a schoolteacher a house like this, you can put up with a little verbal abuse.\n\n"Hey look man, Jerome sent me because I follow instructions and think on my feet if a situation goes bad," you explain, making a sweeping gesture with your hands. "Now my grades may've been shit but I don't need to know what the fuck happens with the molecules when you mix chemical A with chemical B to mix 'em in the amounts you tell me to and when, or to sling an ounce on the street and make sure I get the money. So if you want someone who's gonna be able to recite the chemical reactions back to you, I guess talk to one of your A students, but if you want a partner for your illegal drug lab, I'm what you got."\n\nMr. Black eyes you for a few moments, then nods slowly. "Well. Fair enough. Alright then. We'll consider today a trial run. You should be familiar with being on trial," he says blandly, turning and making his way into the house.\n\nYou mosey along to catch up with him, but since he's apparently decided to set the bar there, you smarm back, "Funny, heard the same thing about you. Four cheerleaders, was it?"\n\n"Five," he replies with a tone more smug than angry. "And those fucked cheerleaders, in their own way, provided this lovely home and my facilities for me," he adds as he opens another door and starts leading you down a stairway.\n\n"How's that?"\n\n"A nice little arrangement Jerome set up between myself and select members of the teacher's union and school board. The union sued the board for wrongful termination, since there was really no proof I'd been pounding five hot little slutty teenage bitches up the ass on the regular," he continues with a chuckle as he hits the code for the sliding door at the bottom of the steps, which slides open with a soft hiss, revealing an immaculately clean workspace full of chemistry equipment. "And the board members Jerome had set up our deal with agreed to settle it rather than fight it, despite it being for a truly stupendous amount. The school doesn't actually have to pay, the money is all slipped into their accounts by Jerome, along with a small... though they have no idea how small... cut for the board members and union reps. On paper, all the money that paid for this house, my luxury car, and having my wife and son fuck off for an extended trip to Europe comes from that settlement. As we expand our little enterprise, I'll buy other businesses that can more efficiently launder money, and I can finally live the way a man with a degree who spent fifteen years working his ass off nine months a year for a measly $150,000 and full benefits plus retirement package deserves to be treated."\n\n"Uh-huh." Unrolling your eyes before he turns around to face you, you shrug a little. "So you told Jerome you needed help, man, enough that you were willing to do a three way split. What's up?"\n\n"There's simply too much to do. My specialty is in both high quality reproductions of expensive drugs that can be produced cheaply enough to sell on the streets... although just barely... and in brand new designer drugs. I've got a lot of projects in the works and not enough time to handle everything myself if I'm going to meet various deadlines that Jerome and I have agreed on. So yes, I'll need your help." He turns towards you, folding his arms again. "I have three things I need to do today. I have time to do two of them if I'm working on my own. So, as a sort of olive branch, I will allow you to choose the task you'll help with. There are two sales jobs... the first is for an artificial ketamine derivative, that you'll need to [[sell a bit uptown|YPBB]]... so try to make yourself look a little more presentable to avoid getting the cops called on you just for being in the area. The other is selling one of my [[special creations|YPBB1x3]]... that's a little more complicated, and you'll be working with some of Jerome's other people. The third is that I need some help right here in the lab [[working on a new drug|YPBB2x1]] that may have applications far beyond common street smack."

A three-way split is like a dream come true for someone your age. It's the kind of deal a guy like you, who's basically a glorified errand boy at this point, could never have hoped for without years of work. Still, you do your best to play it cool as you tell Jerome that you'll accept the job with Mr. Black. Taking a slip of paper and the keys to one of Jerome's loaner cars he uses for various "business", you head out to the edge of the suburbs.\n\nThe house is a lot nicer than anything you pictured when you heard "schoolteacher". On a fairly large lot, it's a two story affair and almost looks large enough that parts of it could be called wings, or whatever. You pull the car up the drive, then into the garage as one of the doors opens up. You clamber out to find a stubble-headed, middle-aged man waiting at the door to the house, arms folded over his chest. He's a bit paunchy but broad, and you wonder if one of the things he taught in school was football. Actually, you remember now, it was... Mr. Black from Deviville High, who taught the odd combination of gym and chemistry. From the way his resting scowl deepens a bit, it looks like he recognizes you too.\n\n"Well well well. Dan the Dropout," he says, the sneer more in his voice than on his lips. "So you're the 'capable assistant' that Jerome promised me. Looks like maybe I need to reevaluate my opinion of his abilities... downward. By a lot. He seriously sent you, a straight F student when he could be bothered to attend, to help me with chemistry?"\n\nYou bristle at the barrage of haughty insults, eyes narrowing. Seriously, that's how he's gonna start things?\n\n<hr>\n[[Snap back.|YPBB]]\n\n[[Keep your cool.|YPBB1x2]]\n\n[[Just leave.|YPBB]]

Your hand slowly goes limp, dropping your keys to the sidewalk with a clatter, your head slumping. You can't. You can't do it. Every part of you says that you should, you should do anything to save your mother's life, but at the same time every part of you says that it would be a betrayal of everything that you are, that you've become. A betrayal of the person she wanted you to be, if you could turn on a friend like that. You slowly sink down and turn to flop and sit on the grass beside the sidewalk, staring at the pavement numbly, ignoring the people passing by giving you odd looks. You can't. You hate yourself for it, but you can't steal from your friend.\n\n"Gwyn?"\n\nYou slowly raise your head, distantly noting that she sky is darker than it was, and that Liam is bent down to look at you with concern.\n\n"Are you okay? What happened?"\n\nYour lip trembles, and uncaring of the spectacle you're making of the both of you, you grab him and pull him into a hug, starting to cry. You tell him everything. You tell him how scared you are, you tell him how much it hurts, you tell him how guilty you feel for enjoying your trip without knowing, you tell him how angry you are at your parents and how much you love them and you're afraid that your mother is going to die and that it might kill your father, you tell him you thought of betraying him and that you couldn't because he's your best friend and you can't.\n\nThrough it all he holds you close, pets your hair, and listens. He pays no attention to the people passing by and staring, even rocking you a little when you become too overcome to speak anymore and just sob. Finally though he kisses your forehead, and says, "It's gonna be okay. Everything's gonna be okay. I promise. I promise, Gwyn, everything's gonna be okay."\n\nMaybe you just needed to hear someone say that, since it seemed like no one else believed it was even possible for everything to be okay. Your tears slow and finally stop, and you slump against him, nodding. Liam helps you to your feet and back to your room, and you can hear him talking with Allen quietly after he's settled you into bed. But what they said is lost to you as you tune out of the world and settle into sleep, now with some faint glimmer of hope inside for no other reason than someone you trust told you that you should have some.\n\nSeveral days later, your phone rings, and you can't help but feel a bit of dread at the sound of your father's ringtone. You answer quickly, hand shaking a little as you ask, "Dad, is everything okay?"\n\n"Gwyn... it's..." He sounds stunned, like he's half forgotten how language works.\n\n"Is it Mom, is she okay?!"\n\n"She... she's going to be alright, maybe, I think, yes," he says, still sounding like he's in shock. "Yesterday we started a crowdfunding effort, and when I checked it this morning... there's more than the money we need. We're... ... she's going to be able to get the operation, Gwyn. I... I think things might be okay."\n\nYou stare at the phone, and once more you can feel tears starting to slide down your cheeks. You have a pretty strong suspicion of just where that money came from... and yet, somehow, it seems like it's something he would never want you to acknowledge. So you just smile through your tears, and put the phone back to your ear. "Yeah... yeah, Dad, everything's gonna be okay."\n\nAnd things are okay. Things start to look great. The procedure is a success, your parents are themselves again, and you're on track to really becoming something of an artist, if you (and your reviews from the board that gave you the grant) do say so yourself. Life has become fulfilling, full of friends and hope for the future, and you really just feel... happy, like you've never felt before in your life. The air has turned crisp and cold again on the day your phone rings, and you find yourself immediately smiling at the sound of it, bringing it up to your ear. "Hey, Liam!"\n\n"Hey, Gwyn." His voice sounds a little subdued, unusual for him, but you're not too worried when he just says, "I want to get together, I'm sending you a GPS dot. I'll be waiting there for you alright?" After all, if there was a problem, he'd tell you since he knows how you are about that anymore. Maybe it's just about seeing the view.\n\nAs you drive out to the country where your GPS leads you, fat white flakes begin drifting slowly out of the sky, disappearing on the road and starting to rest on the strands of cool grass out at the sides of it. By the time the GPS indicates you should pull over and continue on foot, there's a fine layer of white on the ground that dampens your shoes as you walk. You follow the beacon through a short distance of woods and out again, to a hilltop that looks out over open country. Liam is indeed already there, dressed fairly lightly despite the snow on the ground, just faded jeans and a thin long-sleeved pink shirt that rustles lightly in the cold breeze. You blink at him staring off towards the horizon, and at his rather solemn expression as you approach. "Hey, Liam, everything okay?"\n\n"Yeah." He smiles, though it's less energetic than his usual... maybe a bit worried? Or just low-key? But as you draw up even with him, he glances up briefly before looking back at you. "Remember what I said a year ago?"\n\nYou blink, frowning... then oh. "On the day of the first snowfall..."\n\n"You never told anyone, and you never betrayed my trust. And it's time to give you what I promised... the most valuable thing I have."\n\nYour eyes widen as there's a shift and a flap... and wings are spreading from his back. Featherless ones, like soft buttery leather but pink with a faint rainbow glitter to the inside of them as they stretch out. He tilts his head, smiling at your stunned expression, the sunlight glinting off of the long, slender, backswept opalescent horns now growing from his forehead as snowflakes land on them and amidst his hair. You also notice that pink scales have appeared along the line of his jaw and running down the sides of his neck, and that his hands are covered in them as well, slender fingers now tipped with mother of pearl claws.\n\n"You... you're... are you...?"\n\n"A dragon," Liam fills in for you as you try to reboot your brain, laughing softly before he continues. "Yes, we're real. We move among you, living lives of our own, pursuing whatever passions we've found for a lifetime... lives that can be disrupted if anyone finds out and tells others our secret. You kept my secret safe from prying eyes and minds, even if you didn't know that's what you were doing, so you've earned the right to know it all."\n\n"W-wow... it's a big secret, for sure," you admit. "... Thank you. For sharing it with me," you add, actually honestly touched, raising a hand to your chest. "I mean, I'm still sort of taking it in, but... it's more than I ever expected to be given, that's for sure."\n\nLiam laughs at that, that sound carrying something a bit more crystal-like than ever before, wings giving a flick in the air as he does, before he looks at you, now metallic pink eyes glittering. "Gwyn! My secret isn't what I'm giving you! I'm giving you the most valuable thing I own." He places his hands over his chest, tilting his head, smile becoming gentle again. "My heart."\n\n"... ah?" you say softly, since that's the only thing currently in your head.\n\n"The romantic talk that won me over," Liam teases, giggling a bit again before he continues. "I saw something beautiful and wonderful inside you when we met... it could have been just the little shining bit of potential that most humans have, but I decided to draw closer. And you've proven to me that you can be as beautiful as anyone I'd ever hope for. And I love you. You don't have to love me back... that's not what this is about. But when a dragon loves, it's forever... a part of my heart will always belong to you, from now until the day I die. ... Still," he continues, actually blushing a little. "It would be nice to have the feeling returned. Do you... can you... love me?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes.|GwynLiam5x6]]\n\n[[Not that way.|GwynLiam5end2x1]]

<b>January 3, 2019</b>\n* Jamie can now [[stammer aimlessly|QOBro3x1]] when Emi questions his assumption about being on top.\n* He can also choose to deal with his awkwardness at the loft party by [[drinking|QOBro1x4]]\n<b>January 4, 2019</b>\n* More of Jamie and Emi. \n* Cyan can now select [[Traps on Girls - Uniform Code|GGPorn4x1]] in her VR porn selection. She can also get... [[enthusiastic|GGPorn5x2]] after selecting 'The Violation of Cyan LaChance'.\n<b>January 5, 2019</b>\n* Cyan can now [[check her email|GGCompStart]], though currently there's only one option.\n<b>January 8, 2019</b>\n* Cyan can now buy the [[art tablet|GGME2x1]] from Brightstar Electronics.\n<b>January 9, 2019</b>\n* Eric can now run away [[to the circus|runawaystart]].\n<b>January 10, 2019</b>\n* Eric can now respond with lethal force to [[both bandits|EricMF1x1]] after touching the longsword in the prop museum.\n<b>January 11, 2019</b>\n* More of the Eric longsword isekai.\n<b>January 14, 2019</b>\n* Jamie can now elect to [[talk about|QOFam1x1]] his mother's plans for his birthday instead of letting them be a surprise.\n* Cyan has a [[new option|GGParent1x3]] after witnessing her mother kissing a woman after being shooed out of the house.\n<b>January 16, 2019</b>\n* Eric-as-Ukyo can now declare she's going to share the [[Strongman Okonomiyaki|Ukyo1x5]] with Shampoo after proving her strength.\n* Eric can also decide to [[head into the labyrinth|EricMF2x7]] with Screamer.\n<b>January 17, 2019</b>\n* More of both from yesterday.\n<b>January 18, 2019</b>\n* Jamie can [[go over to Kevin's|QOBro3x4]] before starting training with Aki and Emi.\n* Cyan can now summon something to [[bolster her own abilities|GGDS1x4]] when deciding to help the other Defiant escape.\n<b>January 20, 2019</b>\n* Started work on the Valerie player character under young adult female.\n<b>January 21-February 2, 2019</b>\n* All work on Valerie.

"What's the coolest, most Halloween-y thing you've got?" you ask musingly after a moment.\n\nNancy perks up at that. "Ah, really? In fact, there's a Halloween costume I've been keeping back special, for someone that asked for just such a thing."\n\nThat makes you both blink and perk up a bit yourself. "Really?"\n\n"Yes. The 'Ruler of Halloween'. A very striking costume if I do say so myself. I could customize it either way... you could either be the King of Halloween, or the Queen of Halloween. H-hey, it rhymes, it's even more cool," she hurries to add at your dubious expression at her once again mentioning going in a female costume.\n\n... Okay you have to admit that 'Queen of Halloween' does sort of just flow better. And she's not wrong that Halloween's a really funny time to get rather transgressive, especially with a costume, so you don't necessarily <i>oppose</i> the idea of going as a girl. So yeah, you could probably go either way... heh.\n\nSo you guess you just have to decide, do you want to be the King of Halloween, or the Queen of Halloween?\n\n<hr>\n[[King.|BudKOHStart]]\n\n[[Queen.|BudQOHStart]]

"He should still be at least somewhere in the general area, right?" you ask, trying not to feel particularly silly about asking the general location of Santa Claus. At Eriel's nod, you continue, "Alright, why don't we take my car and drive around to see if you can spot him. I mean, unless you can do that thing of 'flying around everywhere in an instant'..."\n\n"Not right now," she says a little morosely, before perking up. "So that would actually be a really big help, thank you!"\n\nAnd so the two of you head into the garage, climbing into the car where the angel promptly buckles up. (You're kind of curious about the exact specifics why but decide it might be better not to ask, you feel like the answer has a good chance of disillusioning you no matter what it is.) You pull out and then head down the street, driving semi-aimlessly because you don't want to admit that in the back of your head you're thinking 'If I were Santa which houses would I visit?' ... But you kind of are so if Santa actually delivers gifts to adults too, good chance the little old lady two blocks over who was in the paper recently for knitting over 100 pairs of booties for orphan babies makes the grade.\n\n"There! There he is!" Eriel calls, pointing at the roof of a house. And da- -rned if there isn't a big old sled and a bunch of reindeer resting on the angled slope of the house as if it were a flat surface. "I caught up to him! Oh, thank you so much, Buddy, I might never have figured out where he was if you hadn't helped!" As you pull up to the curb she unclips her belt and hops out, then hesitates before turning towards you and bowing slightly. "You will have a blessed life."\n\n"Aw, well, thanks, I hope so," you reply with a grin.\n\n"Um, no, I mean, seriously," she says as she pops back upright, blinking. "Bestowing one lifelong blessing on Christmas is one of the powers I do have access to. So from now on you will live a blessed life!" she adds cheerfully, closing her eyes and beaming.\n\n"Oh, uh... wow, thanks." You're more stunned than anything, but can't help but ask, "What... does that mean exactly?"\n\n"It means that from now on, things will just work out for you! Luck will always be with you, your efforts will always be rewarded, and whatever you try to do will just sort of happen for you! As long as you don't have malicious intent when you do it, of course," she adds in a firm tone, before brightening again. "But that shouldn't be a problem for you!"\n\n"Okay, ah... thanks a lot, then, I appreciate it," you reply, not really sure how else to respond to being told you've been blessed. Except for one sort of major hiccup in your early life you've always been fairly blessed as it is.\n\n"Of course! Oop, I should go before he moves on." She carefully closes the door to the car, then waves at you before scurrying up to the side of the house and starting to flutter her wings... and steadily raising into the air, lifting up until she sets her bare feet on the roof and assumes the same angle as the sled and reindeer.\n\n... Yup, guess that confirms it beyond all doubt. Giving her a wave in return as she turns back to give you one last one, you drive home in something of a daze and return to bed, deciding for your own peace of mind to convince yourself it was all a dream that just happened to result in getting your feet a little dirty from walking in the garage without shoes.\n\nThe next morning you get up and decide to make breakfast before opening any presents. You uncap the milk and immediately wrinkle your nose. 'Blessed life, huh?' you think wryly as you dump the sour-smelling liquid into the sink and run the water. Well, just more proof it was a dream, right? If you had a blessed life you wouldn't be needing to go to the gas station convenience store to buy milk on Christmas morning. On arrival you exchange polite nods with the guy behind the counter, doing your best to efficiently get through this without bothering him too much since you doubt he actually wants to be here, whether he actually celebrates Christmas or not. Still, as you're heading up to the counter you spot the scratchoff vending machine and, feeling a passing whim that totally has nothing to do with last night's very definitely a dream, fish out a dollar and feed it into the machine, picking one of the tickets at random. Using the attached scratching-pen at the counter, you work off three of the silver squares, already preparing to throw it in the plastic trash can beside the machine.\n\n"... Um." You blink, staring at the revealed tiles, then scanning over to the legend beside it. Slowly you pick up the gallon of milk and the ticket, heading over to the counter. "... Sorry to kind of upset your morning, but I think I just won $15,000."\n\nThe milk goes back into the cooler for awhile as the employee calls up the local lotto office, who surprisingly does send someone out right away despite the holiday, forking over $15,000 in cash after taking the requisite publicity photo of you. You offer to tip her but she refuses... so you tip the counter worker $1,000. It just somehow seems like the least you could do. He definitely doesn't argue with you, instead thanking you profusely and assuring you there's no charge for the milk, which you guess you can accept in turn. Your head's spinning a bit again as you get back in your car and head home... only to find another surprise waiting for you in your driveway.\n\n<img src="images/BuddyFirebird.jpg">\n\nThat's... your car. Or rather, the specific 1967 Firebird you've been chasing for awhile now. It's even the right ridiculous yellow color! The car one of the "cool" teenage guys in your neighborhood had when you were a kid and you formed an irrational attachment to and have been unable to find one ever since you came into the means to buy it. You park at the curb, still staring at it a bit as you get out, and hearing a call of "Hey!" from the porch and turning to see your car guy, Raul, trotting towards you with a big grin on his face. "S'up, man, you like?"\n\n"You finally found it," you murmur, still staring at the car as you move to meet him.\n\n"Yeah man, came in first thing this morning, guy who said his old man passed a few weeks ago but he'd been putting it off because he wanted it to go to someone who'd appreciated it. Apparently decided if that was gonna happen it'd be on Christmas and I was the only one who was open, 'cause, well, y'know, gettin' out of the house." He rolls his eyes briefly before shrugging and continuing. "So he comes in, and I'm like 'Wow man you are in luck, I know a guy who's been dying for exactly this car for years'. I walk around, check it out, and man this thing has been 100% restored and upgraded in all the most beautiful ways, looks totally vintage but all the modern comforts you could want. So I buy it off the guy for practically nothing compared to the value and come right over, figured you wouldn't wanna wait. I was just about to leave you a phone message and head back to the shop when you got back."\n\n"Raul, this is amazing. I... how much?"\n\n"Like I said this thing is one of the most beautiful restomods I've ever seen, but considering the guy gave it to me for a song, that you're one of my best customers, and it's Christmas... $14,000 and it's yours."\n\nThat is... amazingly convenient. You're not sure who's more shocked, you at this change of events or Raul when you pull a fold of exactly $14,000 out of your pocket and hand it over. You invite him in to do the paperwork and have breakfast, after which he heads back out, saying that maybe instead of returning to the shop he'll head home and maybe have a talk with his wife (who he's been fighting with lately). You're left standing in the driveway, just sort of staring at the car. \n\n... Okay, so. Not a dream. A blessed life, huh?\n\n<hr>\n[[You need to talk to someone about this.|BudBless]]\n\n[[You need to book a flight to Vegas.|BudBless]]\n\n[[... Wonder if this works for dating...|BudBless1x1]]\n\n[[Maybe it's time to resolve that early blip.|BudBless]]\n\n[[Just go about your business.|BuddyAngel]]

"Ah, hey, Kandi, how about you and I hang out?" you suggest.\n\n"Sure!" Kandi immediately chirps as he pops the top off of a tube of lipstick. "Come over to my place, we'll have some fun!"\n\nHe says it with such a bright, cheerful tone that it's difficult to read anything lewd or even just plain sexual into it. ... On the other hand he's also standing at the mirror naked, humming and bopping his cute bare ass around as he applies his makeup, and somehow it's virtually impossible to read it any other way.\n\nKandi offers to just give you a ride in his car to save you the difficulty of following, and after only a brief hesitation you agree. With you clad in the same clothes the autocloset gave you before, and Kandi now wearing a pair of little pink denim cutoffs and a halter top as well as almost eye-gougingly pink sneakers, the two of you clamber into his, as expected, sporty and cute little pink car and are soon zipping off down the street.\n\n"So... ah... Kandi," you start off, glancing out the window. "Just, um, to clarify-"\n\n"Sure we're gonna fuck," he says breezily without taking his eyes off the road. "I assumed that's why you asked!"\n\n"..." You puff out your cheeks just a little. Well it <i>was</i> but him just saying it makes you feel kind of like a cad. ... Still, you wanted to know, and you guess you know. So um. Yeah. This is a... booty call. Just that you made the request in person.\n\nEventually Kandi pulls into a parking garage attached to a semi-upscale building... geez, is this really what working regularly at Femboy Shorties can afford you? You have to admit you're getting even further tempted. You're also fairly nervous as you follow Kandi into the elevator and ride up... this will be your first time with another guy! ... Well, okay, it's admittedly hard to think of Kandi as a "guy". But another... penis... person. ... That was awful. Okay geez it's your first time with a femboy! ... Or <i>as</i> a femboy for that matter.\n\nYou follow Kandi out of the elevator and to a door, bracing yourself for something as glaringly pink and girly as his clothes and car. And the reality is... not quite? Like it's kind of a fairly feminine space, especially with the decorations and little accents and stuff, which tend to feature unicorns and rainbows (or rainbow unicorns), and range from tasteful semi-abstract sculptures to arranged and displayed girls' toys. But otherwise it's pretty low-key and comfortable, with mild colors and fairly normal-looking furnishings.\n\nPerhaps guessing your thoughts from the way you're looking around, Kandi grins and puts a fingertip beside his mouth, winking at you. "I mean I've gotta <i>live</i> here," he says with a giggle, even as he gives his hips a little wiggle. "It's, like, one thing to go over the top when you're out and about, yanno?"\n\n"Ah, yeah," you agree, nodding. That sort of makes sense. ... Hm, if you looked at it like that... maybe you wouldn't mind going a little wild outside of the house too? A little. Maybe. "That makes sense."\n\n"I was thinking I'd order a pizza, you got any forbidden items...?"\n\n"No, I'm good." There was a year or so where a pizza place near you had a '75% off if we can put whatever we want on your pizza' promo. You were going through an especially dry spell work-wise and, well, let's just say that you now consider the worthiness of pineapple on pizza a boring subject for lesser mortals.\n\n"'Kay, make yourself at home!" Kandi chirps before prancing into the kitchen area to make the call.\n\nBy which you take to mean, feel free to look around some more. Sooo you do, wandering around, eyeing the statues and toys... some contemporary ones, some classic, probably ordered off old sights. You can definitely see Kandi's love of brightly-colored cute things... you wonder if that started when he became a femboy or when he was just a... what was the word he used? "Himbo"?\n\nYou spot another set of lit-up shelves and, figuring them for a more orderly display, walk over to take a look, expecting either more ponies or more statues or more figurines. Instead you see a lot of... little wire sculptures? Abstracts, or... er... wait... some of them's shape is... uh... it's...\n\n"Oh, found my other collection, huh?" Kandi chirps as he practically pops up beside you.\n\n"Ah... yeah," you say, a little faintly. "Er... I thought you said you just wore them to keep from getting bruised when you get groped?"\n\n"Oh like it started that way sure," Kandi says cheerfully as he picks up one of the chastity cages, one which seems to be painted in iridescent pink chrome... and styled like it's made of barbed wire. (Yikes!) "But looking it up I found out that there's so many <i>kinds</i> and <i>styles</i> and <i>looks</i> that I kind of started collecting them for funsies."\n\n"Do you... wear them?" you ask, trying not to look vaguely horrified as you eye all the pokey bits of the one in his hands. \n\n"Mmm, sometimes! I usually try all of them at least once. Though I'm not too into the CnBT ones like this," he adds, wagging the barbed wire cage a bit before putting it back in place, at which you relax to such an extent you're surprised in retrospect how tense you were. "But yeah I wear some of the more standard ones for funsies! Or because it makes getting fucked feel even better, yanno?" he adds near-solemnly, as if informing you of an important scholarly fact.\n\n"Ah... it does?" you reply, a bit faintly.\n\n"I mean I totally think it does!" he affirms, back to his usual chirpy tone. "It's like, your body and your brain know you're not gonna get anything from your dick, so it's like the rest of you becomes waaaay more sensitive, yanno? Like, one sense is gone so the rest are heightened, an' junk!"\n\n... You're really not sure that sort of logic was meant to apply to denial play, but maybe there's some truth to it? You guess it makes sense... maybe? While you're still puzzling that over, Kandi grins and bumps his shoulder lightly against yours, drawing your attention entirely back to him.\n\n"Hey. Wanna pick one out for me to wear?"\n\n"Ah... um... uh..." You swallow, and can only quite manage a, "Why?"\n\n"Wellllll, like I said, for funsies, buuuut yanno... also... if you dooooon't... I'mma top you at some point tonight," Kandi coos sweetly, his eyes glittering mischievously, his smile growing as your face turns red. "Just fuck you reeeeal good. Yanno?"\n\n"... ah..." you say, even more faintly. But not quite in a protesting kind of way.\n\n"Orrrrr, I could pick out one for yoooou," Kandi continues to coo, slipping around behind you and peeking over your shoulder. "And top you <i>all</i> night. If that sounded fun."\n\n"... um..."\n\n"Or or!" Kandi chirps, bumping up against you from behind. "We could <i>both</i> wear them!"\n\n"... Both?" Admittedly, the confusion of that is enough to break slightly through the haze of embarrassment and horny. "But then what would we...?"\n\n"Well we'd have to do a lot more snuggling, and cuddling, and getting each other worked up other ways! Or resort to toys," he adds with a giggle, then giving a soft 'mm'. "Or if we got reeeeally horny I could give one of my dong calls a ring, I'm sure most of them are available! Buuuut, that's just if you wanna try it! No pressure!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Pass, then.|MikeFBH]]\n\n[[You'll pick one for him.|MikeFBH]]\n\n[[He can pick one for you.|MikeFBH]]\n\n[[... Okay, both.|MikeFBH]]

This is very strange. Starting to feel a little more awake now, you head downstairs, deliberately softening your footsteps and doing your best to move silently, the better to catch someone unaware if it is a breakin. \n\nAs you ease down the stairs, you can actually hear someone speaking quietly in the living room... a woman's voice? Actually a bit more like a girl's, you think as you edge over towards the door and peek around. Yeah... it looks like a girl who's probably in her mid-late teens, with long black hair that has several braids in it but is otherwise left loose. She's wearing a loose white sleeveless dress that comes to mid-thigh, the material falling against her slender frame as she squirms in place... it looks like there's also a pair of cute little fluffy white wings attached to the back of the dress, poking out to either side of her hair. It looks like she's clutching something in both hands as she leans forward a bit, showing off a pert round (apparently pantiless) butt as the fabric falls against it clearly.\n\n"Oh gosh, oh no, oh no oh gosh, that was a really important one too, oh geez oh geez oh geez, what do I do what do I do, oh gosh oh geez..."\n\n<hr>\n[[Intruder! Knock her out!|BuddyAngel]]\n\n[[Sweet, a total porn scenario.|BuddyAngel]]\n\n[["... What was a really important one?"|BuddyAngel1x2]]

"Look, just... calm down a little, okay?" you say, deliberately keeping your voice as gentle as possible. "Actually, give me a minute."\n\n"Um. 'Kay," she whispers, sniffling just a bit, wings giving another small flutter.\n\nYou head into the kitchen and quickly use the electric kettle to heat some water, while dumping a packet of cocoa powder into a mug. It feels a little like underperforming to give an actual angel powdered cocoa when you've got the really good stuff available (cubes of melting chocolate specifically for that purpose) but that would take awhile and you really don't want to leave her hanging for more than the minute or two this will take. You use the more quality powdered cocoa, at least. While you're at it, you open the 'miscellaney' drawer and grab an empty Crown Royal bag.\n\n"Hm? Oh! Oh, thank you very much," she says in a tone that sounds more relieved than anything else, as if the slightest bit of comfort was a weight off of her shoulders. She wraps both hands around the mug and kills the cocoa in several long pulls, sighing heavily and letting her shoulders relax, wings stretching out. "Thank you very much, again, really."\n\n"So look, as long as you get it fixed eventually, there's no harm done, okay?" you assure her, and after a moment reach out to rub her head gently. "So don't worry about it."\n\n"Oh!" Her cheeks actually color a little and she squirms beneath your hand, enough that you wonder if you're making her uncomfortable and pull it away. She immediately stops, and for the barest instant there's something sort of like a pout on her lips before she says. "I will, promise."\n\n"Here, take this to put it in so you don't have to carry a bunch of shards," you add, handing her the purple velvet bag.\n\n"Th-thank you! That's very considerate!" Eriel spends a moment rubbing her fingers over the bag (she's very tactile-oriented, isn't she?) before squatting down to pick up the pieces. You blink as she just nonchalantly spreads her legs, very nearly flashing everything at you, before you glance away. Then she straightens up and tugs the ties closed. "Alright! Thank you so much, Buddy, you've been so kind about all of this."\n\n"You're welcome, don't mention it." You know you won't be, lest you end up in the funny bin.\n\n"I suppose I should get back to Santa now... I hope he hasn't gone too far," the angel murmurs, putting a fingertip to her lip as she turns towards the chimney.\n\n<hr>\n[[Well, good luck.|BuddyAngel]]\n\n[[Let's be sure.|BuddyAngel1x4]]

"GAHA!" The girl jumps at the sound of your voice, the angel wings on her dress wobbling... hm, actually it almost looked like they flapped. She whips around to face you, golden eyes wide as she stares. ... Those must be some pretty good contacts, the color actually looks metallic. She's pretty cute, you have to admit, especially with her face flushed and her nervous squirming. "O-oh, it's you! It's... I'msosorry!" she blurts, quickly clutching her hands together in a pleading motion around whatever she's holding, which seems to be a gold hoop that's too big for a bracelet and too large and rigid for a necklace or choker. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please forgive me, I'm pretty sure I can fix it just not right away!"\n\nStaring at her, you slowly walk over, keeping a bit on guard but getting close enough that you can glance down at the floor near the tree. There, in front of one of the presents (actually you're pretty sure that one wasn't there before) is a little scattering of thin glass fragments colored red... spotting one piece in particular lets you know it's one of the heirloom ornaments. "Oh."\n\n"I could totally fix it right now honest it's just that my powers are really restricted right now otherwise I would have just fixed it and put it back in place but I can't I'm so sorry!" she whimpers, squirming around some more before letting out a long sigh, lifting that ring up and placing it on her head.\n\n... No, she places it several inches above her head. And it stays there, floating perfectly in alignment and totally still.\n\n"Um, my name's Eriel," she continues while you're busy staring, her wings giving an obvious and deliberate couple of flaps now. "I'm an angel that volunteered to help Santa out due to an especially busy year. I came to deliver a present to your house, and I wasn't supposed to touch anything else but... the ornament looked so nice I touched it just to see if it was as smooth as it looked, and it fell right off and shattered. I'm so sorry, that's been in your family a long time I know, and the only way I could fix it is if I took it with me and brought it back next year. B-but I'll definitely do that, if it's okay! I mean, I feel really bad about the whole thing, especially since it won't be on your tree for this Christmas or next Christmas Eve and some people are really particular about that sort of thing and... and... s-sorry, but I'll take it and fix it, if that's okay? I mean, I can also try to make it up to you, I just... don't know how!"\n\n... Alright then. You... have an angel in your living room. Considering all the circumstantial evidence both of how she got in without triggering an alarm and the physical evidence of your own eyes, that seems to be the safest assumption... the other is that she's got the world's best electromagnetic hover lock device implanted in her scalp and movement-enabled prosthetic wings implanted on her back, which seems just as much of a far-out assumption as 'angel', especially considering she seems to know the history of the ornament she touched. An angel who is very upset and seems to be offering to make it up to you for breaking said ornament.\n\n<hr>\n[[It's fine, just please fix it.|BuddyAngel1x3]]\n\n[[No, demand recompense!|BuddyAngel]]\n\n[[Well... a little <i>something extra</i> would take the sting out of the ornament being missing for awhile...|BuddyAngel]]

"I just don't get it, man. I'm sorry, but I don't."\n\nYou glance nervously at Cody, probably your best friend in the world. The redhead's green eyes are fixed on you with obvious concern as he leans on the counter, watching you slice onions for homemade Black Angus hamburgers. "Um. What?"\n\n"Letting Kristov move in here, spending so much time with him. I mean, I know he's kind of in our circle of friends, but you've been spending all this time with him now, and now he's moved in here, you're doing all his cooking for him, cleaning up after him, taking him out everywhere, paying his bills." Cody frowns a bit more. "And he kinda treats you like crap, man. Exactly what's going on?"\n\n"..." You bite your lower lip, trying to think of an answer, when Kristov himself slips into the room, genially throwing an arm around your shoulders.\n\n"The deal is that Buddy knows exactly where he and I stand. We fit into a nice little dynamic, don't we?" he says, grinning at you.\n\n"Y-yeah," you reply, doing your best not to blush... or get hard, instead focusing on turning to take care of the burgers.\n\n"Okay, if everything's cool," Cody says, sounding supremely unconvinced.\n\n"Here, it's not as if I'm going to dominate his time," Kristov continues, still all cheer as he turns and leans against the counter as well. "Halloween is in a few days, why don't you come to the little get-together here? It'll be a bit of a sausage party, admittedly, but it should still be fun. Just a bunch of single, well-off guys hanging out with something fun on television. And me, of course," he adds with a smirk. \n\n"Sure, I guess," Cody says slowly. "I could put together a costume if that's what sort of-"\n\n"Oh, no, wouldn't hear of you spending your own money!" Kristov interjects, holding up a hand. "In fact, Buddy has generously prepaid for costumes from a store around here. They'll be waiting at the party for everyone to put on."\n\n"Yeah?" Cody asks with a blink, leaning around to look at you again.\n\nYou swallow, then nod slowly. "Yeah... it's called Cosplay Casbah..."\n\n<b>Cosplay Casbah</b> end - <i>Kristov's Harem/Wallet</i>

"Man, I don't get it, Kristov. How the fuck did you get that Buddy fucker to let you move in here?"\n\nThe abuse you hear coming from the other room doesn't really bother you. You're certainly used to it by now. If anything it excites you, as does the knowledge that a bunch of guys you either don't know or don't like sit in your game room, smoking it up with cigars and cigarettes, getting crumbs on your expensive poker table. No, you busy yourself with getting the tray ready.\n\n"Let's just say I put him in his place. Speaking of which, hey!" Kristov calls, voice annoyed. "Get in here with the snacks, cunt!"\n\n"Yessir!" you call dutifully, hefting the tray of beer mugs and snacks and hurrying into the game room with it, moving with a slutty stride forced on you by the corset and high heels. All eyes turn to look at you as you come in, roaming over the tiny little maid's uniform, the collar at your neck, the immense, blatantly fake looking tits jutting from your chest, your molded hips and ass, and legs sheathed in fishnets. One of them is staring at your over-collagened lips when he starts.\n\n"Holy shit! Is that-?!"\n\n"That's the serving cunt," Kritov grunts, though his eyes are glittering with satisfaction. He grips your ass and squeezes as you set his drink down first, before sashaying to serve everybody, making sure to leave your half-bared boobs towards their faces. "My property, but I'm a generous man. Davos, why don't you have her show you a good time?"\n\n"Er... I..." Davos has obviously recognized you as well, but after a moment he nods. "Yeah. Okay."\n\n"Cunt, get to work."\n\n"Yessir," you answer obediently, settling to hands and knees and crawling under the table, your limp, hormone-shriveled cock wobbling a little beneath the tiny skirt of the maid uniform. You crawl between the man's legs and unzip them, pausing to tug down the front of the dress. Your new tits are just as big as the ones you had the night you first realized you were Kristov's property, though they have the stiff, bulging look typically referred to as 'bolted on'. Kristov apparently wanted them like that, to help remind you what a literal toy you were. Pressing the silicone globes around Davos's cock, you lean your head down to wrap your thick, sex doll-like lips around the head of his prick and start sucking without hesitation.\n\n"H-holy shit, he's.... she's..." Davos moans.\n\n"'It' works," Kristov assures in a blase tone.\n\n"F-fuck, its mouth is fantastic... Kristov, how...?"\n\n"Just gotta know how to put a cunt in their place. Call."\n\n<b>Cosplay Casbah</b> end - <i>Kristov's Little-Dicked Sextoy</i>

"Uh, well, I'm not sure if this counts, but I guess a little while ago I sort of started changing my behavior without really realizing it," you say after a moment.\n\n"Changes in habit and behaviors can be tied to our bodies telling us something is off, yes." Dr. Davis settles back into her chair at the desk. "What was the change?"\n\n"I dunno, I guess I suddenly got obsessed with... numbers? Math? Relating to money anyway," you admit. "I even changed my major to accounting and economics. I never really had an interest in it before, I just sort of... started latching on to it one day."\n\n"... Hm. That's definitely a new one on me for sure." She frowns thoughtfully, then turns to her computer and starts typing. "Still, I suppose a focus on mathematics could be an indication of alteration to the brain? Hormone imbalance? I suppose theoretically that could explain the skin condition too. I'll input your symptoms in my medical database and see what comes up."\n\nYou sit waiting for several minutes, until Dr. Davis gives a small 'huh'. "This has identified that your condition requires a specialist, but that it's automatically notified one. They'll be here in about an hour, so we should know more then. Still, there's nothing about it being contagious or immediately life-threatening." She pauses, then adds in a more deliberately comfortable tone, "I'm sure everything will be fine." She reaches over to rub your knee, giving you a somewhat practiced smile.\n\n<hr>\n[[O... kay.|GwynLiam]]\n\n[[You have a baaaad feeling about this.|GwynLiam6x2]]

"Uh, you know what? I think I'll just see if it clears up on its own," you declare, standing and hurrying towards the door. "Thanks anyway, doc."\n\n"Young man!" Dr. Davis blurts, and you can hear her giving a shout of "Come back here!" before the door closes on her and you're rushing down the hall and gallumphing down the stairs quickly, taking a service exit to avoid passing anywhere she might see.\n\nYou're not sure why you've got such a bad feeling about this 'specialist', but you decide to lay low, not going back to your dorm room or Cara's apartment, instead hanging out in one of the more park-like areas of the campus, strolling around in circles while you try to get your head on straight and figure out what to do about everything. You're just passing the public restrooms again when you're suddenly grabbed and hauled around the corner, yelping a bit as you're shoved back against the wall with a pair of hands on your upper arms, slender fingers gripping as firmly as steel bands.\n\n"What-did-you-<i>do</i>?" Liam snarls in your face, actually baring his teeth as his pink eyes flash.\n\n"What the fuck, calm down," you gasp out, eyes wide. "Jesus, I'm sorry I took it, it just-"\n\n"Not <i>that</i>, dumbass, who did you tell? <b>What</b> did you tell them?!" he demands, giving you something like a cross between a shake and another thump against the wall. "Do you know what you've done?!"\n\n"... No?" you answer, since you really don't.\n\n"... Yeah no of course you don't." Liam actually slumps his forehead forward against your shoulder, the pink-haired boy sighing heavily before releasing you and stepping back. One hand comes to rest on his hip while the other rubs his forehead. "I should never have let you take the damn pendant in the first place, or at least I should have intervened sooner after you started to change. What happened, did you notice the scales and go to the doctor?" At your shocked nod, he huffs. "And you also told her you... was it the money? The numbers?" At your second nod, he throws up his hands. "Yeah, that'd do it. Fuck!"\n\n"So wait, what exactly are we talking about?"\n\n"We're talking about Slayers." At your blank stare, he shakes both hands. "Y'know, Slayers? Slay werewolves, vampires, fiends. ... <i>Dragons,</i>" he adds with a glower. "Think less Buffy, more Blade."\n\n"... I'm a dragon?" you ask, putting a hand to your chest in shock. And feeling the pendant under it. "... Oh."\n\n"Yeah, 'oh', smooth move. They're probably already in town and looking for you, and if they find you, you can be damn sure they'll track you back to me so we're both screwed in that case," he continues, folding his arms over his chest. At your stare and raising a hand to point at him, he rolls his eyes so hard he has to toss his head. "Oh my God yes of <i>course</i> I'm a dragon, DUH!"\n\n"... Things make a lot more sense now, actually," you muse aloud. "... I can't believe I did college experimentation with a dragon..."\n\n"Focus!" Liam snaps, giving your cheek a little slap and then pointing at your nose. "Issue at hand!"\n\n"Oh. Right. The guys that want to kill us. Issue. Yes."\n\n"Guh. Okay, look. Let's sort out everything about who's at fault for what later. For now we've just gotta... take care of these Slayers before they find us," Liam says, folding his arms over his chest. "We've got to find them before they find us."\n\n<hr>\n[[That makes sense.|GwynLiam]]\n\n[[Whoa no, count you out.|GwynLiam]]

So you're on your feet most of the day in most kinds of weather. It's still pleasant work outdoors, they pay you well and even pay for a very nice apartment nearby, leaving you with more of your own money to spend. You get to meet lots of new people every day...\n\n... and fuck most of them, you think with a smirk as you finish posing for a picture with a father and teenage daughter, him with a visible hardon and her with stiff nipples in reaction from you making sure to press your tits against them while doing the 'mascot hug' with one on each side. You hope they'll make some sort of advance on you so you can steer them into an alley, but sadly they go scuttling off instead. You sigh slightly. Oh well... maybe they'll wind up with each other instead, you think with a snicker as you turn and flounce off down the walkway.\n\nSure, you were a little leery at first. A theme park mascot? What sort of theme park hires a shemale Mai Shiranui? But this one does, apparently. Somehow the costume they gave you keeps your cock hidden until you're ready to reveal it... and you get to reveal it often, as 'taking care of' the guests is one of your primary directives. Not only that, but there are plenty of other extremely attractive mascots (male, female, and other) that you get to fuck and be fucked by on a regular basis. It's basically a little sexual paradise, and walking around the park in your skimpy outfit for eight hours a day six days a week is a pretty sweet tradeoff.\n\nYou pause as you spot a rather scruffy-looking teenage boy, apparently all by himself, off in the distance and looking around. You're not sure if he's spotted you yet, but you grin and flick your tongue along your lips. He's really cute...\n\n... he'd be cuter on his knees with your cock down his throat.\n\n<b>Cosplay Casbah</b> end - <i>Secret Origins, Part One</i>

"I... Liam, I love you, yes, especially after... everything," you say, gesturing vaguely as if you could indicate the entire past year. "But I don't... think it's that way. You're the best friend I could ever ask for, and I owe you more than I could ever repay..."\n\n"But you don't feel that way about me," Liam murmurs, lowering his head, your heart breaking at the sight of glittering, diamond-like tears sliding down his cheeks.\n\n"... I wish I did," you say quietly, feeling tears build in your own eyes. "I really do. But... I just... I don't know if it's that this is all too much for me, or if it's just... ... I don't know, Liam, I'm sorry."\n\nHe sniffles, bringing his hands up to brush his palms over his cheeks and giving his head a hard shake. "No. No, it's okay. Like I said, this was never about trying to push you into loving me." He raises his head and manages a smile, even as more tears slide down his cheeks. "I wanted to give you my heart. I was never going to demand yours back."\n\n"... Liam," you whisper as the cold breeze stings at the trails of wetness sliding down your face.\n\n"It's fine. I'm just... I'm gonna go for awhile, y'know?" Liam continues, glancing out towards the horizon and rolling his shoulders, making his wings beat lightly. "It's not your fault, but... it hurts. And I need time to heal."\n\n"I don't want you to leave," you say desperately, raising your hands up towards him, but stopping as he looks at you again. You'd almost said you were wrong, you did love him, whatever it took to make him stay, but the sad smile on his face and in his eyes stops you. You can't betray him with a lie after all this time. You let your hands settle to your sides. "... When will you be back?" you whisper instead.\n\n"Oh, who knows?" He tries to keep his voice light, that sad smile still on his lips as he gives a flap-shrug. "Could be in a month. Could be in a century. Dragons heal when we heal. ... Whenever I come back, though, Gwyn," he continues. "I promise you that I'll still love you. And that I'll do right by you, whatever that means when I do. Hey, cheer up," he continues with a soft laugh. "Those who are loved by dragons are destined for great things! They have inspiration and destiny beyond those of other humankind! I know that when I come back, whenever it is... it will be to find that I'm proud of you."\n\n"Is there anything I can do for you?" you say finally. "Anything at all? Please, Liam?"\n\n"Mmm." He closes his eyes and ducks his head as if in thought, then opens them and looks up through his lashes. "Close your eyes for me?"\n\nYou swallow, but nod and let your eyes slip closed. You can hear the quiet footfalls and the faintest crunch of the fresh snow, and feel his warm breath on your skin and the vague sense of the looming presence of his wings. Lips press gently to yours ever-so-softly, with the scent of something warm and sweet wafting around you. And then the touch is gone along with the sound of a heavy stroke of wings in the air. You open your eyes, fresh tears falling as you find yourself alone on the hilltop. You look around, but there's not even a speck in the clear, blue-grey sky.\n\n"... Okay," you say quietly, still looking into the sky. "Come back soon, alright? Until then... ... until then, I'll try to make you proud."\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GwynLiam5end2xEnd]]

Well, Uncle Michael said to go to the stream. Probably best to do it, he might have a reason for it after all.\n\nYou find it with little trouble, though it's a bit further into the woods than you expected. You settle down on the bank and are unscrewing the cap when there's a rustle in the bushes across the way, and a girl emerges. Well... a young woman, more properly, she looks like she's probably about college age, so a few years older than you. She's got thick, slightly wavey strawberry blonde hair down to her shoulders, which are mostly bare since she's wearing a purple spaghetti strap top and matching, very snug purple shorts... not exactly woods-wear, though she is at least wearing hiking boots. She stumbles a little as she gets out of the bushes, then brushes herself off as she spots you. "Oh! Hey!"\n\n"Hi," you answer with a blink.\n\n"I came out here with my friends and we kind of got separated when we were looking around for some stuff," she says, rubbing her bare upper arms. It is kind of cool out to not be wearing a jacket... you'd offer her yours but, well, you're only wearing a long-sleeved shirt.\n\n"You're not looking around for the ruins, are you?" You set the water container aside and stand up. "They're really dangerous. There are a lot of dropoffs... holes in the ground where you could fall, stuff like that."\n\n"Huh. Really?" She blinks, glancing around. "Wow. I guess in that case I better find 'em quick. Um, thanks for the warning!" she chirps before she trots off quickly, before you can say anything else.\n\nThat... didn't sound like she really plans to steer them off. Well, maybe it's their business. Then again, she didn't seem like the most experienced woodsperson, she might hurt herself trying to find her friends...\n\n<hr>\n[[Go tell your uncle.|ASVisPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Just get the water.|ASVisPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Go after her.|ASVisPlaceholder]]

You are female. You have boobs, a vagoo, and a butt. Woohoo!\n\nNow it's time to choose your age. The younger you are, the more you're likely to get into the really strange and wonderful situations, but you've also got a lot less agency... it's much easier for others to take control of your life. You've also got less resources of your own to go around. The older you are, the more mundane your adventures are likely to be, but similarly the more you're in command of your own fate. You're also much more likely to have money and property of your own.\n\n<b>[[Teenager|chargenteenfemale]]</b>: As a teenage female, you've got the whole world ahead of you, both the fantastical and the mundane. You're also far more likely to be able to get away with things than anyone else... on the other hand, you're far more likely to attract trouble than anyone else, too.\n\n<b>[[Young Adult|chargenyafemale]]</b>: You're starting to gain responsibilities, and there are as many mundane everyday adventures ahead of you as fantastical ones. On the other hand you likely at least live away from your parents, and have a bit of money of your own!\n\n<b>[[Adult|chargenadultfemale]]</b>: The course of your life is pretty well established by now. You've almost certainly got a place of your own, finances of your own, and most likely a family of your own as well. Mostly mundane adventures await (maybe), but hey, as a woman you're also in the sexual prime of your life!\n\n<b>[[Middle-Aged|chargenmafemale]]</b>: You're going to have to face it, most of your best years are probably behind you. Even if you've aged well, people are starting to call you a "handsome woman". Still, you know who you are and have a pretty firm grip on your life... it's rare for anyone to make you do what you don't want to do.

You have a number of friends of all walks of life, and you're looking forward to seeing this batch of them at their party this year. Admittedly, you've left off getting a costume until a little late. But it's nothing that a bit of searching and splurging can't fix. To the computer!\n\nA bit of research shows that there are a handful of places that should still have plenty of good costumes in stock. Hm... but you've left this until a bit late in the day, and even these places might quickly sell out if you try to go tomorrow morning. You can probably only make time to drive to one...\n\n[[The Rubber Shop|BuddyOct1x2]] - A pretty straightforward name. Actually it seems to be a sex shop, but it also promises a wide variety of costumes "fitting any possible occasion". And hey, your friends <i>can</i> get pretty wild, it's not like showing up in fetish wear would be entirely inappropriate.\n\n[[Fantasy Life|BuddyOct23x1]] - Apparently they specialize in stuff for renfaires and LARPing and the like... costumes like dragons, unicorns, wizards, things like that. It sounds kinda cheesy, but the pictures they have up on the website do look pretty good.\n\n[[Cosplay Casbah|BuddyOct6x1]] - And this one favors the other side of the nerd set, seeming to feature mostly anime-themed costumes.

The Rubber Shop it is. Not your usual thing, but there's always a chance you'll find something interesting... or maybe hilarious. A little self-humiliation never hurts on Halloween (well, maybe a little, but you can take it).\n\nYou hop in your car and take a drive on over to the address on the website. You're sort of expecting the usual sex shop sort of place... prefab metal building, marooned off by itself as if all the nearby buildings were ashamed of it, in general sketchy as hell. This is actually quite a normal little shopfront, albeit with the front window blacked out and painted by white text reading 'The Rubber Shop' in plain letters. Shrugging, you open the door, stepping inside to the soft *ching* of the announcement bell. The first thing you notice is that the AC is turned up rather high, and the second is that it's very orderly in here... nice, neat rows of shelves of various sizes. It's pretty obvious the sort of place this is right off the bat, with many of the shelves bearing neat rows of dildos in every color from black to glow-in-the-dark, and every shape ranging from what you see when you look down in the shower to stuff that could pass as modern art sculpture. Other shelves have things that seem as mundane as softball-sized rubber balls in plastic and carboard boxes... you're not sure if those are some sort of sex toy on their own or just for people who <i>really</i> like the feel of rubber. Along one of the walls are the larger items, specifically the sex dolls, and those are... interesting. Some are flesh tone, others are more featureless and come in simple blue or pink, and others have distinctly nonhuman attributes like cat ears and tails. Well, takes all types, huh?\n\n"Good afternoon, sir, how may I help you?"\n\nYou resist the desire to jump and wheel around, and instead turn towards the voice, trying to pretend your heart's not racing from the shock. You really feel like you should have heard him come up to you... especially since he's wearing what looks like a black rubber bodysuit. Shouldn't he squeak? He's even more slender than you are, and rather on the pretty side, but very pale... in fact, you notice his hair's white as well, and his eyes are pink. An albino? Well, there's the "weird" quotient for the sex shop, even if it's probably mean to think that. "Uh, yeah, hi. I saw on your website that you have costumes for, er, all occasions I think it said...?"\n\n"Ah, something for tomorrow?" He grins and waves a hand a bit, and now you can definitely hear his bodysuit squeaking a bit. What is he, some kind of rubber ninja? "We do get quite a few of those sort of requests around this time of year... not as many as I'd like, since it's such a perfect night of the year to try a change."\n\n"So do you still have anything, or...?"\n\n"Oh, we have lots of options! Almost anything you could want. You'd really be surprised what we can do with molded rubber and a bit of, heh, ingenuity." His pink eyes dance as if at some private joke, but you can't think about it too much before he turns and beckons you to follow. He makes his way over to a long pole set on the wall, from which dangle a number of shiny-looking costumes. "Now, let's see..."\n\nHe shuffles a few of the costumes aside, talking as he slides the hangers around. "We have a few options like [[Barbarian Marauder|BuddyOctPlaceholder]] and [[Dark Vigilante|BuddyOctPlaceholder]]... alas, looks like we're out of most of the specific superhero outfits, there's just the rather generic [[Hero Man|BuddyOctPlaceholder]] left in that. But then, if you're feeling more villainous, there's [[Mister Mindbender|BuddyOct2x1]] or [[The Harlequin|BuddyOct1x3]]..."\n\n"Uh, that last one sounds like a girl's costume...?"\n\n"Oh, don't worry, everything is guaranteed to fit," the shopkeeper answers breezily, as if that could be your only objection. "And as I said, it's a perfect night for a change! Now, let's see, we also have plenty of animal-themed costumes, like [[Wolfman|BuddyOctPlaceholder]], [[Horseman|BuddyOctPlaceholder]], and [[Pigman|BuddyOct3x1]]... or maybe [[Wolfgirl|BuddyOctPlaceholder]]? On the more cartoonish side there, we have [[Randy Rabbit|BuddyOctPlaceholder]] or [[Strawberry Cow|BuddyOctPlaceholder]]."\n\nGetting closer to the end of the rack, he gives a little 'ah' again. "Looks like we do have a handful of licensed characters still available. All of those are of the female variety, though... [[Renamon|BuddyOctPlaceholder]], [[Lucario|BuddyOctPlaceholder]], [[Samus Aran|BuddyOctPlaceholder]], and [[Twilight Sparkle|BuddyOctPlaceholder]]... oh, that last one's not entirely... well, nevermind."\n\nYou eye the rack rather dubiously... you're not sure if you've got red flags or just yellow ones, but at this point you're running out of time. Besides, he does have a point... showing up in almost any of these would make a unique change from most of the costumes you've worn to (or seen at) these parties. "I've heard rubber bodysuits are pretty difficult to get into, though, and some of these seem kinda elaborate. Or, uh, extra tight."\n\n"No worries on that account! I guarantee these will go on quite easily!" He grins broadly at you, then gives a guileless shrug. "Perhaps a <i>little</i> harder to get out of... but we'll be open all Halloween night if you have any real problems on that account. Now, does anything here pique your interest...?"

Oh, what the heck. If you're going to show up to the party in a shiny rubber bodysuit, why not go all out? The Harlequin thing should be good for a laugh if it really will fit, at the least for all of the 'I can't believe you're wearing that!' laughs.\n\n"I guess I'll take the Harlequin one. Do you rent or just sell...?"\n\n"I prefer to sell, after all, you might get attached to it." Still, once he rings you up, you're surprised at the relatively low cost... you'd always heard rubber fetish was a pretty expensive hobby. (You might not be hopelessly kinky, but you know people who are.) He must be selling the things at close to cost or something. Still, can't complain. He hands you the box containing the costume, then waves as you leave, a knowing grin on his lips.\n\nOnce at home, you set the box aside and turn your attention to other things. It's a few hours before the party itself when you remember that you have a new and unfamiliar costume to get into. Hoping it will go on as easily as promised, you open the box and examine its contents. The costume itself seems to be in two parts... the main body (with attached heels) and a hood with the typical little branching things and bells on the end. Honestly, the fact that it doesn't count as a "licensed character" seems mostly on a technicality, since the influence for its red and black checked design is obvious. Probably only gets away with it since it doesn't <i>quite</i> look like any particular version of the character. No mask, no ruffled collar, and so on. There's some other assorted stuff in the box, but nothing that actually looks like part of the costume... probably for maintenance.\n\nShrugging, you strip down and sit on the edge of the bed with the bodysuit. Might as well, you bought the thing and it's too late for anything else decent. You slip a foot into one leg and then the other, wiggling your feet and legs and tugging on the suit. You can feel it stretch and hug against your skin, but you're surprised at just how easily you actually manage to pull it into position. Getting the legs of the suit up to your knees, you stand up carefully, taking a moment to find your balance on the high heels. Slowly and carefully, you continue pulling the suit up your legs, feeling it sheath and hug your thighs. Taking a breath, you haul it on up over your hips and crotch... actually not uncomfortable at all. Huh. You wiggle your hips a bit, feeling the rubber conform to the shape of your asscheeks and give you quite the wedgie, but even that doesn't feel too bad. You work your arms into the sleeves until you've got your fingers into the gloves, then finish pulling the suit (with its molded breasts) up over your shoulders. Finally you reach back, snagging the cord attached to the zipper and pulling it up... it slides up smooth as butter, all the way up to the top of the high collar. A few tugs here and there, and it's fitting like it was made for you.\n\nCarefully, you take a step in the heels, wobbling just a little. But the next few steps are smooth and easy, albeit slightly squeaky... it's like the suit's adjusted your balance for walking on them. You head over to a mirror, and are shocked at the effect... from the neck down you definitely look like a woman. The suit's hugged tight around your middle to slim your waist, and has molded your hips and legs into feminine curves as well. You turn enough to get a glimpse of your ass, which has definitely been lifted and rounded into a very attractive female shape. Turning back, you realize that the front of your crotch is completely flat as well. You touch it gingerly... no, you still feel normal down there, but it's doing an amazing job of hiding your cock and balls somehow.\n\nSlowly overcoming the initial shock, you continue examining yourself in the mirror. This is definitely going to move the reactions from 'I can't believe you're wearing that!' to 'I can't believe that's you in there!' And maybe start a few rumors, but oh well, that could be funny too. You raise your hands to the rubber boobs on the front of the bodysuit and give them a squeeze... not bad either. Though you frown a little bit... aren't comic book characters supposed to have truly stupendous knockers? These are big, but you've had your hands on bigger real ones.\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to make the boobs bigger.|BuddyOct1x4]]\n\n[[Eh, they're fine like they are.|BuddyOctPlaceholder]]

You spend a few moments pondering whether to try and find some falsies or just attempt to shove some wadded-up tissues in there or whatever actual girls do, before deciding to see if maybe there's a solution in the box. There were some odds and ends in there, right? It doesn't take you long to discover a long, thin tube with what looks like a suction cup on one end, and a small manual. Flipping through it, you discover that your idea was apparently foreseen by the designer: the tube is specifically for "adjusting proportions to taste". All you have to do is stick the suction cup to part of the bodysuit and blow into the tube, and supposedly it will inflate that part... there's even a little diagram of where to attach it. You're a little dubious, but then you didn't really think the suit would fit so well either.\n\nShrugging, you walk back over to the mirror and attach the suction cup about at the center of your collarbone, then bring the other end to your lips and start blowing into it. Immediately, both the suit's breasts swell and inflate, keeping their shape but actually gaining volume like balloons. What's surprising is it somehow feels... really good. Like a heady, rushing sensation that tingles a little, almost like a little burst of acceleration while driving a fast car. Maybe it's just the sight of tits growing bigger right in front of your eyes that gives you that bit of an adrenaline rush...?\n\nYou continue blowing into the tube repeatedly, watching the shiny black-and-red-checked breasts expand with every puff, and each time feeling that slightly heady rush of eagerness, almost pleasure. By the time they're almost as big as your head, you're red-faced and panting, and it's not entirely from lung exertion. You lower the tube from your lips, then just stare at the enlarged breasts. They're a bit "torpedo" shaped now, with visible nipples poking out. You turn side-to-side, but there's not much motion... well, they are still rubber, after all.\n\nIn any event, those are <i>definitely</i> boobs worthy of a comic book character. Now, to finish getting ready or head to the party.\n\nOr, y'know... you could spend a little while longer playing with your new toy, since that did feel so good...\n\n<hr>\n[[Stay in and blow.|BuddyOctPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Go to the party.|BuddyOctPlaceholder]]

Answers to frequent questions about the game:\n\n<b>Why are all these links red? Is it an error?</b>\n\nThose are the passages that haven't been written yet. Yes, there's a lot of them. Often I put them there to remind myself of ideas that I want to write for a scene later and just wind up not getting back to them for a long time.\n\n<b>Why is so much of the game unfinished?</b>\n\nI have ADHD and inspiration is a fickle mistress. Making a single game with a ton of plotlines is how I keep my focus on it and make sure there's at least some chance those plotlines will be worked on someday, rather than making a string of partially finished games that are easier to forget/abandon.\n\n<b>Why won't the images load on mobile browsers?</b>\n\nMobile OS platforms limit what the browsers can access on your phone for security reasons. And no, there's no real way around this since that is what is called in the world of programming a "Security exploit" and tends to get patched out, quite possibly with the person who did it getting in trouble.\n\nSome of the images still work because back in the day before I started packaging an images folder with the game, the other option was uploading them to imgur. This means some images got lost (semi-)permanently when imgur purged a ton of stuff.\n\n<b>I found a continuity error between two paths!</b>\n\nThere is no continuity between paths. Things that happen in one branch are not canon to any branch but that one until they're referenced in another one, and even then they're only canon to the branch where they're referenced. This applies retroactively too. If Thing A was said to have happened years ago in Choice 1, that doesn't necessarily mean it happened at all in Choice 2 unless it's brought up.\n\nFor example: In one of her choice lines, Cyan has a half-sister she's never met before, Tsubasa. Once Tsubasa is mentioned in the story, she exists in all storylines that happen <i>after</i> that, and she always did exist; but if you make a different choice that doesn't lead to Cyan finding out about Tsubasa, Tsubasa doesn't actually exist... at least until something references her existing. Similarly, one of the choices on the same storyline leads to Cyan finding out her mother is a member of a secretive spy organization... but if you don't make that choice, her mom is probably just a normal art designer (until mentioned otherwise).\n\nThis is both an out-of-universe method of writing convenience, allowing for the characters to do all kinds of things and have many more choices available to them, and an in-universe result of the way the story setting and Sparks (the player characters) work. The nature of the multiverse and Sparks mean that the way they interact with reality is different than the way everyone else does, and why their reality seems so much more malleable. When a Spark makes a choice, you're seeing a whole other reality they've dipped into, and those realities don't necessarily have any relation to each other.

"I... what? I... no, I'm not... I mean... I was asking..." Your flustered stuttering trails off into you just making a little 'you and me' hand gesture while your cheeks go steadily darker red.\n\n"... Oh! Oh. Ah... sorry." Maria gives you a slightly forced smile now, reaching out to pat your shoulder a bit delicately, as if not wanting to make too much contact. "Not really interested. Excuse me." And with that she turns and walks off, as if having dropped a scooper bag into the trash and wanting to get away from any potential smell if it wound up opening.\n\nYou're left standing there, just sort of in miserable shock at this new and humiliating level your 'affliction' has taken you to, when an arm thumps around your shoulders. "Tough luck, guy," says Marius with a sigh and an annoyingly ingratiating smile as he looks at you. "Seriously, that was rough, you have my sympathies."\n\nHanging your head a bit, you murmur, "Thanks." It does seem like he's being sincere and trying to comfort you, but there's still a sour feeling in your gut, both at the particular taste of the rejection and being comforted by a guy you're so jealous of.\n\n"You know, though, I could probably help out a bit. Y'know, convince her to give you a shot," Marius offers, casting a glance over at Maria. "Just say the word!"\n\nBleh, if there's anything more humiliating than getting shot down, it's having someone else talk the girl into giving you a shot. ... Right? On the other hand it'd basically really just be Marius putting a good word in for you, you guess.\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept.|Gwyn6x1]]\n\n[[Decline.|Gwyn2x2]]\n\n[[Decline, but...|Gwyn7x1]]

"Just making myself some cookies. Afraid they're not wrapped, or done yet for that matter," you answer, dishing out handfuls of candy. "Great costumes!" you add, trying not to look too much at the areas in which their costumes are lacking. In the end you really have no idea how old they actually are, after all.\n\n"Thank you~," both of them chirp, before turning and hurrying off, and you wind up staring a little anyway. Damn, that thong back is barely there, and the catgirl jiggles in back as well as the front. Shaking your head, you step back and close the door. \n\nEventually the cookies have been finished, and you eat them while surfing Halloween specials and horror movies. Eventually you glance at the time and, deciding the trick-or-treaters have pretty much exhausted their window of opportunity, get up and turn the porch light off before returning to the Nightmare on Elm Street movie you've settled on.\n\nAbout a half hour later there's a knock at the door, then a buzz of the bell, then a knock again. ... Seriously? You glance over at the door, frowning. This late, with the lights off? \n\n<hr>\n[[Ignore it.|BuddyOct17x3]]\n\n[[Ask who it is.|BuddySis1x1]]\n\n[[Just answer it.|BuddyOct]]

Your brain has largely shut down any higher reasoning faculties that might possibly warn you against consequences, both from the act itself and and from what she said, and without any real hesitation you moan out, "I wanna fuck the kitty."\n\n"Of course you do," the witch giggles, beckoning to the other girl who smoothly slides forward and straddles your lap, leaning forward and pressing those big, practically bare tits of hers against your face. She giggle-meows again as she rubs them against your head, and beyond them you catch a bit of motion... wait, is her tail actually moving around? But before you can try to focus on that she leans back and reaches down, nimbly using her paw-gloved hand to guide your cock up and into position... except she's still wearing the bottom of her outfit? It feels... actually furry, and soft, and warm as she rubs the tip of your prick along it... and then just slides right down. You moan loudly as the warm fur parts around you and you're sliding right into her pussy, feeling the wet, gripping heat engulf you even as the fur teases you all the way down. \n\nShe wiggles her hips as she settles them down slowly, working you around against her inner walls and letting you feel her... her fur?... rub against you more, including against your balls and the root of your shaft as she gets all the way down. Yeah, her tail is definitely flicking around excitedly on its own, you realize, but somehow you can't really do anything but reach out and lay your hands on her hips, gripping them as she starts working herself on you, riding in quick, shameless bounces atop your cock, her big tits jiggling energetically. She mews and yowls softly, her cat ears giving a few visible twitches as she does, kittenish smile wicked as she looks at your face.\n\n"She's so tiiiight, isn't she?" the witch whispers in your ear as she slides a hand under your shirt, teasing one of your nipples with those soft, slender, nimble fingers of hers as her friend fucks herself on you. "But then she is a cat. You liiike fucking the kitty, don't you?" she continues to tease, reaching her other hand out to squeeze her friend's... pet's?... ass, making her buck her hips down harder towards you.\n\n"Yes," you moan out, not even able to think about being anything less than immediately honest now. The catgirl is so hot and wet inside that if she weren't gripping you so tightly your cock would feel like it was melting in pleasure. \n\n"Look at you, getting off so much on fucking an animal," the witch purrs in your ear, her voice taking on an even more wicked edge. The catgirl certainly doesn't seem to mind being called an animal, in fact if anything her mewling and cries start turning even more feline, her motions faster as if she were a mindless thing in heat begging to be bred. "You must be an animal too. What sort of animal are you, pet?" she murmurs, nipping at your earlobe.\n\n"Wha... wha...?" you stammer, finding it harder and harder to think, everything feeling more like your brains are slowly being pulled into your balls along with the heavy load you're building up to dump into this wild animal bouncing herself on your cock.\n\n"What kind of animal is my new pet?" she continues, her voice seeming to run all through you as she slips her hand beneath the still-bouncing catgirl and grips your balls firmly and possessively. "Hm? What sounds good to you?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Cat.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[Dog.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[Horse.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[Special.|BuddyOct]]

"Ah, I'm afraid you can't come in, I have... company," you lie, suddenly remembering precisely what you've got on the TV in the other room. If she stayed in the hallway it might not be a problem, but youngsters do tend to wander. You assume. "I've got some safety pins though, give me just one second."\n\nShe'd been starting to look dejected, but perks up a little bit at the sound of that. "Oh, thank you!"\n\nYou hurry to the nearby laundry room and grab several small safety pins, returning and handing them over. The girl thanks you and does a quick fix on her top, after which you give her a generous handful of candy in addition, and she trots off seeming satisfied enough. You close the door and ponder for a moment, before heading in and turning off the porn. Probably for the best, just in case. But left without that, what to do to pass the time? Hm. ... Well, you're no pro chef, but you make a mean carrot cake cookie. Maybe you can make some of those in the shape of pumpkins or something, just to have something to do with yourself.\n\nThe first batch are in the oven when there's another ring of the doorbell. Just figures. You glance at the time... eh, there's still a little while left, even if it's a slightly longer-than-usual trick-or-treat session you should be back in plenty of time before they burn. You head over to the door and grab the candy bowl again, opening up. You have to admit you're a little shocked at the sight beyond... both of the girls standing on your doorstep look like they're definitely in the late teens and definitely in the 'too old to be trick-or-treating' demographic, probably at least seventeen or so. Generally it's only the cuteness of their faces that has you assuming they're not adults. One's dressed in a very cute black, pink, and white witch's getup with a skirt that barely comes to the bottom of her hips, and with her long blonde hair, huge blue eyes, sweet smile, and the dressed-up stuffed bear she's holding, that definitely helps with the image that she might not be a full grownup... well, despite that she's pretty well-endowed in the chest. Still she's got nothing on the other girl, who has at least a few cup sizes on her... at least that's how it looks since they're practically bare. The second girl is wearing nothing but a set of white strips to form a sort of bikini, though it's a scarce one even then, as well as cat-gloves, a headband with catears, a tail (you can't even see how it's attached from here), and thigh-highs.\n\n<img src="images/NyN0DGZ.png"> <img src="images/UvfRMvE.png">\n\n"Trick or treat!" they both call, striking cute poses to go with their exuberant cry.\n\n"Oh hey wow, something smells good," the practically naked catgirl says, lifting her head and sniffing a few times. \n\n<hr>\n[[Give them candy and send them on their way.|BuddyOct17x2]]\n\n[[Invite them in for cookies.|BuddyOct24x1]]\n\n[[Hahaha these are clearly hookers!|BuddyOct26x1]]

Yeah, a graveyard at midnight on Halloween... even most of your more adventurous friends can't say they've done that! Sure it's cheesy and cliche as hell, and you're probably likely to run into a bunch of goth teenagers doing a stupid ritual at one of the spookier-looking grave statues than anything else, but at least you can say you did it.\n\nYou soon arrive at the graveyard... it's one of the older ones in town, and probably wouldn't be so close to an upscale residential area if not for that. The outer wall has been renovated several times, but is still almost trivially easy to find a low spot and hop over. Hands still in your pockets, you stroll along, mindful to keep off of any of the graves and stick to the paths where possible... you're here to experience the graveyard on Halloween, not be a dick, after all. It's a kind of interesting place... the graves bear everything from small, simple flat markers to more classical tombstones, and there's even a smattering of proper statues and actual tombs. It'd likely look rather interesting and eclectic in the daytime... at night you have to admit it's rather creepy, especially with how quiet it is. There's not so much as a cricket chirping... but then it is getting into fall so maybe the crickets are busy preparing to mooch off of ants through the winter.\n\nYou pause though as you come through a little almost corridor of tall, wide monuments higher than your head. Up ahead of you, on a bit of a hill and beneath a tree, is another person. They're sitting on one of the classy stone benches that have been put at various places around the yard, her pale, delicate hands resting on her bare knees. Actually she seems to only be wearing some sort of variation on a "little black dress"... even her feet are bare, and her long black hair is a little disheveled, shifting here and there in some breeze that's apparently able to touch the top of the hill. She's gazing out across the graveyard with such a forelorn expression that you really don't think this is someone who came here on a lark... or if she was, obviously things haven't gone the way she wanted them to.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go speak to her.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[Leave her alone.|BuddyOct17ax1]]\n\n[[Watch for awhile.|BuddyOct17x7]]

Normally you wouldn't be particularly wary of strangers, but, well... it's literally the middle of the night, in a graveyard. She might have disreputable friends waiting just nearby... or a large, jealous boyfriend about to come back any minute. So for now you just hang back, remaining largely in the shadows of the monuments. You don't want to leave her completely on her own just in case she really is in trouble, but for now you want to assess the situation.\n\nIt's quiet for awhile, and you can see that she's not moving much, just gazing out across the graveyard as if waiting. You're just about to change your mind and decide whether to approach her or leave when you hear something... something that doesn't make a lot of sense, since it sounds a lot like hooffalls on pavement. Your eyes widen though at the sight of not just a horse, but a horse in imposing black barding trotting along one of the pathways. Astride its back is a figure also wrapped in intimidating-looking black fullplate, though something about it seems... off. You're not sure why, maybe it's just because that's something your mind knows shouldn't happen, but you realize that the armored figure <i>doesn't have a head</i>. Other than that it's holding one of its arms oddly, the other guiding the horse's reins, and now you realize that beneath the arcs of armor plating on its barding, the steed's eyes glow like oil lanterns, casting a flash of light briefly over the girl on the bench as the mounted thing pulls up to one side in front of her.\n\nThe black-haired girl looks terrified, and you can't say you blame her... your own legs are quivering like mad, and you're not sure how they're staying under you. You watch as the figure lets go of the reins and stretches its gauntleted hand out towards the girl, and she flinches, cowering a little.\n\n<hr>\n[[You have to do something!|BuddyOct17x8]]\n\n[[That something is stay right here.|BuddyOct]]

Grumbling, you move over to the external lightswitches and flick the one for the outdoor event lights a few times, causing the near-floodlight level brights to flash at them. As expected you hear a number of shrieks and yowls as the pack of miscreants gets spooked and goes running, no doubt leaving some of their TP and egg cartons behind. You sigh as you move over to the window and look out at the white streamers hanging from tree branches and bushes, and at least one egg smashed right on a window.\n\nAs you catch yourself thinking about what it's going to cost to have your handyman take care of this for you, you realize you haven't had a single bit of real fun this Halloween. The closest you came is indulging yourself with a batch of carrot cake cookies and watching an old movie, isn't that sort of... well, lame? You'd have never put up with this when you were younger! You'd have done something exciting! While it's kind of late in the game to try and go to a friend's party, you could at least do something. Maybe take a walk outside by yourself on Halloween night... it is getting close to midnight, after all, and there are several interesting places nearby you could be by the time it hits. Wouldn't you at least like to say you were doing something classic and even a bit stereotypical at Midnight on Halloween?\n\n<hr>\n[[Go out for a walk.|BuddyOct17x5]]\n\n[[Go to bed.|BuddyOct]]

Yeah, you can't let Halloween be a <i>total</i> waste, that would just be sad. You head to your closet and spend a moment perusing your jackets, before settling on the black leather duster... you went through a phase when you were younger, but it still fits, and it certainly seems the most fitting for a Halloween stroll somehow. Feeling a bit cool and dashing despite yourself, you grab your keys and head out the door, trying your best to ignore the spattering of eggs on the wood. You'll deal with it tomorrow.\n\nYou set off down the street, hands in your pockets. There's no sign of the kids who egged your house... or much of anybody, really. As you walk along you do see a few clumps of older trick-or-treaters, though they've got that sort of duality of dull excitement to them, their eyes glazed with tiredness even as they continue to try and rush about excitedly. But by the time you come to the road at the end of the block, you've been on your own for awhile. Now, let's see, you want to go somehwere that's notable and Halloween-ish that you can get to before midnight. Off the top of your head, there's three places you can get to on time, you're pretty sure. There's the graveyard, the woods, or a "haunted" house you and your friends used to whisper about as you went past it when you were younger. Any of those would make a suitably spooky place to be at Midnight, at least to laugh over when you talked about it with your friends later.\n\nJust, which one to go to?\n\n<hr>\n[[Graveyard.|BuddyOct17x6]]\n\n[[Woods.|BuddyOct18x1]]\n\n[[Haunted house.|BuddyOct22x1]]

The plain fear on the strange woman's face even from this distance is enough to make you snap into action. You bolt from your place, tearing up the side of the hill and quickly interposing yourself between the now shocked woman and the mounted thing in armor, thrusting your arms out as if to block its path as the lantern-eyed horse gives a startled snort. "Leave her alone, whatever you are!" you shout, doing your best to put steel into your voice.\n\nThe thing hesitates, its hand outstretched, the empty space above its armor's collar all the more strange and discomfiting up close. Then it reaches around to its other side, your body tensing as it passes near the black-hilted sword sheathed at its side. But instead it cups beneath the thing held under its arms and smoothly brings it around... a helmet? It looks sort of like a hawk or eagle or some other bird of prey, but there's a red flare from inside the dark eyeholes as a voice speaks, echoing as if from inside a deep metal cistern. "What do you think you are doing, mortal?"\n\nYou blink a little in shock. Below the strange, eerie distortion, the voice sounds... feminine? Actually now that you try and look, there is a bit of a curvature to the chest of the armor, but it's obviously designed and smithed to be large and imposing rather than show off the figure beneath it. Swallowing, you answer, "Look, I don't know who you are, or what you are, or where you came from, but I'm pretty sure she doesn't want to go with you, so... so back off!"\n\nThe air is heavy with tension, the silence only broken by the steady breathing of the horse, which puts you in mind of an old blast furnace you saw once. The figure's hand shifts, tilting the helmet a little, before it speaks again. "Mortal, turn a bit and look at her. I will not harm you, simply look." You hesitate, before finally deciding to turn and look, though it takes a second for the reason to click. It becomes all the more obvious as the creature's helmet speaks again. "She is dead. Her heart does not beat, her blood does not flow. You will not save her by attempting to block me... even if you could stop me from taking her to the next life, she will know only cold and pain if she stays here."\n\nYou can see that it's true. That very pretty, but very sad face isn't just pale... it's bloodless, a pale white that's leeched almost all the color out of her blue eyes, her lips pale and nearly white themselves. As she raises a hand to rest on her upper arm, there's something just... not quite right about the movements, as if they were both slightly jerky and too smooth at the same time, like it was a mere echo of movement rather than the natural and unconscious flexing of muscles. \n\n"This is a horrible fate for any soul to be trapped in, but she will not be trapped in it if she comes with me," the headless horsewoman says. "Will you step aside, mortal?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Step aside.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[Not yet.|BuddyOct17x9]]

You look at the dead girl for long moments, until she raises her eyes slightly to meet yours... there's something cold and lifeless about them, and yet they're not empty. There is clearly someone in there, someone with thoughts and feelings. You turn back towards the headless horsewoman and spread your arms again. "It's her choice. If she wants to go with you, she can, but if she doesn't, I won't just stand by and let you make her!"\n\nThat actually seems to have taken the armored creature aback a little, though you're not sure how you can tell. You stare up at her defiantly, only to jerk a little when a hand comes to rest on your shoulder. You turn your head to see that the dead woman has stepped forward. "No, it's alright." Her voice is soft, airy, a little hard to hear... maybe because she's not really using air from her lungs as she speaks. "It's okay. I... don't actually want to be here anymore. I'll go with her."\n\nYou look at her, then nod slowly and lower your arms. "Alright. Okay then. Um... I hope it's a nice afterlife for you?"\n\nThat actually makes her smile a little, and after a second of hesitation, she steps in, hands resting on your chest as she leans up and plants a soft, cool kiss on your cheek. "Thank you. And thank you... for this. The world was always a bad place for me... somehow that made it hard to imagine the next one could be any better. But since this world has someone like you in it... someone that would stand up for me... maybe there will be something good in the next world too." With that she turns back to the headless horsewoman, who's tucked her helmet back under her other arm to proffer her gauntleted hand again, and accepts a lift up onto the back of the strange black horse.\n\nTaking hold of the reins again, the armored figure guides the horse in turning in a circle, until its helmet can face you again without switching hands. "Know this, mortal," it declares in that echoing voice. "Normally to see one of my kind is a sentence of doom... any mortal who lays eyes upon me as I do my work will meet their end before the next full change of the moon." Before too much fear can run through you at the thought, she continues. "But because of your bravery, and the respect you have shown this lost soul, I would not have you meet that fate. So this I say unto you... tomorrow when the sun is in the sky, I shall seek out your home. Pray invite me in, and show me hospitality, and I shall see that your doom is discharged. But be warned... should you fail to do this, I am bound by my nature to visit your doom upon you that very moment. Until then, farewell."\n\nWith that, the headless horsewoman hauls on the reins, making her lantern-eyed horse rear and give an eerie shriek-like whinny to the sky before it wheels and pounds off down the graveyard paths, the dead girl clinging to the armored figure's back as they go. \n\nYou gasp hard, shoving yourself up from the mattress, your hair plastered to your head with sweat. You blink a few times, turning over onto your back and sitting up, running a hand through your damp hair and letting out a long rush of breath. Wow. What a hell of a dream. You look down at yourself, finding you're still in last night's clothes, though your duster is laying crumpled on the floor near the door. You must have come home from your walk and basically passed right out and... had that dream...\n\nYou jerk a little at a sound from downstairs. Was that a knock... at your front door?\n\n<hr>\n[[Ignore it.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[Answer it.|BuddyOct17x10]]

Grinning, you slide one hand down from her ass and begin stroking your fingertips along her pussylips and slit, watching her give a loud 'mmf!' and a jerk against the couch at your touch. Amusingly enough she's already a little wet when you first touch her... but you're fairly certain you can do better than 'a little'. You start gently working your fingers along her pussy, stroking and caressing the outer lips and slipping one fingertip along the cleft between them, then slipping that middle fingertip down to start teasing out her clit. Her little twitches and jerks turn into a more slow, arching writhing motion, her quickened breathing starting to transition into harder, deeper pants as her face flushes further. She turns her head so she can look past her shoulder at you, and you smugly note the glint of pleasured heat in her eyes starting to join the anger and humiliation there. \n\nYou continue working her pussy slowly and methodically with your fingers, never quite pushing into her, just working on getting her as aroused and wet as possible. She continues to grunt angry protests through the ballgag, but even with that you can hear the pleasured moans starting to layer through the sounds, each one making that shamed look in her eyes grow even as they glaze over slightly with desire. When you finally use your wet fingers to guide the tip of your prick to her entrance and push into her, she gives a long, muffled groan of half despair and half relief as you slide inside her, her pussy nice and tight but so thoroughly wet and eager by now that it's practically sucking you inside, making you give in to the temptation to go balls deep in one long stroke. Gripping her slim waist, you start up a nice, slow series of thrusts with your hips, just enjoying the feel of the teen's practically molten pussy around you as you watch her squirm and whimper in embarrassed pleasure.\n\n"Mmm, feels good, huh?" you purr, putting a slow roll into your hips as you say it to make her give another, longer moan that's both protesting and slutty. "Yeaaah, don't worry, cute stuff, I'm gonna give you a goood, thorough fucking in your hot little cunt, and make sure-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-you become my woman."|BuddyPunks]]\n\n[["-you get knocked up."|BuddyPunks]]

<b><i>Beta 1-M</i></b>\n\n* Previous releases version matched.\n* <b>Main</b>: Buddy staying in on Christmas Eve has a [[new early branching point|BuddyDec1x1]].\n\n<b><i>Alpha 98-M</i></b>\n\n* a97 version matched.\n*<b>Main:</b> Buddy can choose to be the [[King or Queen of Halloween|BudROHStart]] at Nancy's costume shop.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 96-M</i></b>\n\n*<b>Main:</b> Femboy Mike can [[damn the red rockets|MikeFBH2x7]]. He can also choose to [[hang out with Kandi|MikeFBH2x6]] after his second shift.\n-Update 2-\n*Mike can continue with the dog toy.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 95-M</i></b>\n\n*v94 matched to Jamie/DW-F release.\n*<b>Main</b>: Mike has a [[new job|MikeStart]] he can take.\n-Update 2-\n*<b>Main:</b> New young adult character Jessie has been added.\n-Update 3-\n* More Jessie.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 93-M</i></b>\n\n*<b>Main:</b> New Jamie content.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 92-M</i></b>\n\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie and Eric have been separated and moved to their own individual files. Version numbers will now be matched across all Devious World versions regardless of which is updated. (Devious Mundanity will retain its own update versions.)\n*<b>Main:</b> New Eric stuff.\n*<b>Main:</b> New Jamie stuff.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 91-M</i></b>\n\n[[January Dev Diary|Jan2024DD]]\n\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can try Kit's "[[crossplay gateway drug|QOKW1x5]]".\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can mess with the [[options|QONile3x1]] on the SpinJob app.\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can drink the [[Dragonfruit Devil|QODD1x1]] soda himself.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 90-M</i></b>\n\n[[December Dev Diary|Dec2023DD]]\n\n*<b>Main</b> Jamie can [[decline|QOKevScheme10x4]] the oddly charismatic man when selling chocolate.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 89-M</i></b>\n\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can order the [[Charisma Earring|QONile7x1]] from Nile.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 88-M</i></b>\n\n[[October Dev Diary|Oct2023DD]]\n\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can decide to go through with [[streaming tomorrow|QODil1x8]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Buddy-Mai can [[join in|BuddyFHP5x1]] with the cat-twins and Candy. She can also [[complain to Lizzie|BuddyFHP12x1]] after getting centaurfied.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 87</i></b>\n\n[[September Dev Diary|Sept2023DD]]\n\n*<b>Main:</b> Liam can now discover [[which book|GwynSaya3x3]] Gwyn was reading before.\n*<b>Main:</b> Gyarufied Ranma can now [[make a decision|FRanX13x6]] about what to do.\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can decide to try a [[store|QODil1x5]] to expand his collection of butt toys.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 86</i></b>\n\n[[July Dev Diary|July2023DD]]\n\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can [[decline|QOKevScheme10x3]] Kit and Wolf's invitation to come inside.\n*<b>Main:</b> Eric can [[make an advance|RanDeb1x8]] on Ranma after giving her Slowburn. \n*<b>Main:</b> Gwyn can [[let Saya order for him|GwynSaya1x1]].\n\n<b><i>Alpha 85</i></b>\n\n*<b>Main</b>: Jamie can now play [[Rantoso Online|QOAltStart]] under "Installed Games" on his Virtual Dimension Rig.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 84</i></b>\n\n[[May Dev Diary|May2023DD]]\n\n*<b>Main:</b> Eric can now see the mysterious '[[Matchmaker|CC8x1]]'. He also has a new option in the [[want ads|CC2x1]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can [[decline|QOKevScheme10x2]] to help set up the entertainment system.\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can [[keep his head|QOGH1x4]] when Mac spots space pirates.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 83</i></b>\n\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can suggest he and Kevin [[skip the mansion|QOKevScheme1x3]] when selling chocolate bars.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 82</i></b>\n\n[[March Dev Diary|March2023DD]]\n\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie and Maya can look at the magic book section on [[magic creatures and where to find them|QOMaya1x1]]. (All the book's current sections are now open.)\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie has a new job he can find over the break (at the start).\n*<b>Main:</b> Plushified Jamie can have Maya give him to her [[super-annoying friend|QOVex5x2]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can suggest the unofficial book club [[try doing something they read about|QOSchool3x2]].\n\n<b><i>Alpha 81</i></b>\n\n*<b>Main:</b> Eric can decide not to use the [[want ads|CC2x1]] Sean gave him.\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can agree to [[Bonding|QOGachaStart]] so as to fight the Earthlord.\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can tell dick-wielding Maya that his night was full of [[anticipation|QOMS1x2]].\n\n<b><i>Alpha 80</i></b>\n\n[[Jan2023DDM]]\n\n*<b>Game Change:</b> Due to limitations with Twine, this update is where the split between Male and Female editions of the game will begin. There are various efforts to resolve these limitations, and when they are merging the games back together will be relatively easy, but for now this is the easiest solution.\n*<b>Main</b>: Jamie can find he prefers Doctor Kal's [[fingers|QOKeys3x9]]. He can also [[enter the decon room alone|QOKeys3x7]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Jack can realize his son [[wants him to start dating again|JackBoy2x1]].\n*<b>Main:</b> An alternative fork has been added to [[Jamie's job at Monofilament|QONM1x2]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Rags-clad male fighter Eric can [[focus on taking a job|EricMF9x9]] at the adventurer's guild.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 79</i></b>\n\n[[December Dev Diary|Dec2022DD]]\n\n*<b>Main:</b> Gwyn has a [[third option|Gwyn2x1]] after getting shot down by Maria. \n*<b>Main:</b> Austin can take a look at the [[camera|Austin9x1]] from the box of his uncle's artifacts.\n*<b>Main:</b> Austin can also go down [[during Motoko's time in the bath|Austin2x5]], or [[not bother with an alarm|Austin2x6]], \n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can discover he's bought a [[new item|QOKevDT1x2]] from the mysterious store.\n*<b>Main:</b> Cat Burglar Eric can decide to [[steal another jewel|Palladium7x1]] while burgling Lianna Guyer's bedroom.\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan has a [[new game|GGVR1x4]] in the infernal VR rig's list.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 78</i></b>\n\n[[November Dev Diary|Nov2022DD]]\n\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can continue the branch of [[obtaining a car from her uncle|GGUncle1x4]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can continue the [[special services|QOPoke5x1]] from Nurse Joi.\n*<b>Main:</b> Holly can decide to [[visit family|HollyNovember]] for Thanksgiving.\n*<b>Main:</b> Maya can discover Jamie's had a [[different reaction|QOBook21x5]] to her post-potion self.\n*<b>Main:</b> Amanda can buy the [[Space Explorer playkit|SweetBro1x2]] for her brother.\n*<b>Main:</b> There's a [[new class|GGMageStart]] in the 'Complete Mage' book Cyan can look at in the library.\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can [[sneak peeks at Ms. Lorne|QOSchool1x2]] after staying to help her clean up.\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can answer in the [[affirmative|QOSis1x7]] to his mother's suggestion for a family activity after Knight of Glory.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 77</i></b>\n\n[[October Dev Diary|Oct2022DD]]\n\n*<b>Main:</b> Rags-clad male fighter Eric can now try to make money by [[pickpocketing|EricMF9x8]].\n*<b>Main:</b> When playing with her new computer's VR, Cyan can try the [[data storage|GGVR1x3]] option.\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can agree to help [[Kowsumi|QOKeys3x5]] fix the ship.\n*<b>Main:</b> Buddy can assume the witch and catgirl trick-or-treaters are [[prostitutes|BuddyOct17x1]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Buddy can give Ciara some [[privacy until dinner|Ciara1x2]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can pick the [[body|QOBook3x1]] "unnatural powers" to look at in the magic book.\n* <b>Main:</b> Wilma can [[agree|WilmaFun2x3]] to undergo the same process as Tanya in Bunzy's Bodacious Makeovers.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 76</i></b>\n\n[[September Dev Diary|Sept2022DD]]\n\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can now suggest that he and Maya look at the "[[Poshuns|QOMaya1x1]]" in the magic book. He can also choose "[[Anh Ihmppe to Sarvh Yoo|QOBook1x1]]" under the summoning options.\n*<b>Main:</b> Jack can now anticipate his son asking for [[more dubious things|JackBoyStart]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Celeste can now check out more [[obviously dubious|CelesteStart]] job listings too.\n* <b>Main:</b> After touching the longsword, Eric can now [[run away|EricMFStart]] from the attacking bandits.\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can try the [[pentagram key|QOKeys1x2]] again.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 75</i></b>\n\n[[July Dev Diary|July2022DD]]\n\n*<b>Main:</b> Continuing Holly's infernalized [[July 4th party|HolJuly1x4]].\n*<b>Main:</b> After freeing the futa vampire, Eric can [[look into her eyes|HHHVampDick1x1]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan and Sapphire can decide to [[accept|GGAlien2x6]] their new situation after returning to Earth. Earlier on, the double Cyans can decide to [[stay with Celest|GGAlien2x4]].\n*<b>Main:</b> When searching for water on the mysterious island, Amanda can [[forget to check|SKMI1x1]] before drinking.\n*<b>Main:</b> A new store for Cyan to check out has been added to the [[shopping district|GGShopStart]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can tell Kalli the important part of a good relationship is [[defined roles|QOKalli1x1]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can now [[think better|GGMoto1x1]] of just grabbing the interruption in the motorcycle's ignition.\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can now select [[Schwanstuckers of Skyrim|Cyrim1x1]] as the first mod to use in VR Skyrim.\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can request the [[sampler box|QOKevPorn6x2]] for the popular girls' party.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 74</i></b>\n\n[[June Dev Diary|June2022DD]]\n\n*<b>Main:</b> Continuing some of the [[scenarios|QODigi3x1]] with Jamie and Maya and the Minidigitizer.\n*<b>Main:</b> A new branch has been inserted when Eric agrees to let [[Anubilis|HLSenshi14x1]] have his body. ("Confront her as you are" leads to the original choices.)\n*<b>Main:</b> Some more of Jamie in the Skyrim sim, starting in the [[torture room|QOSkyrim1x5]] and going down both paths.\n*<b>Main:</b> And for a completely different approach to the same subject, [[Cyan|GGVR1x4]] can also play Skyrim on her new VR rig.\n*<b>Main:</b> Mallory-in-Jamie's-body can claim the [[enhancement bracers|QOInc8x4]] from the lockbox at the bank.\n*<b>Main:</b> Helen can decide to see to the [[Advanced Chemistry Students|HelenJP7x3]] at Fakkushiri High.\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can now be offered a [[completely normal Pokemon|QOPoke1x1]] to start his Selassa-obligated journey.\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can attend to his mother's [[MILF guests|QOKevScheme5x3]] first in the Errana-influenced storyline.\n*<b>Main:</b> [[July|HollyStart]] is now available at Holly's start.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 73</i></b>\n\n[[Catchup Dev Diary|Misc2022DD]]\n\n*<b>Main:</b> Added a [[Lewd Smartphone|RanXDeb1x1]] to the debug items option of Eric's Ranma sim.\n*<b>Main:</b> After using SpinJob to turn Maya into a happy sex slave, Jamie can [[agree|QOSJ5x1]] they should get cleaned up.\n*<b>Main:</b> Eric can tell wimpified female Ranma he's going to fuck her [[pussy|RanPP8x1]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Decided to remove the "Advanced Programming Techniques" option from the Digitizer sim.\n*<b>Main:</b> It will be replaced by "[[Fate/Lewd Order|Digitizer10x2]]".\n*<b>Main:</b> Girl-form incuJamie can now do [[clothes shopping|QOFamInc1x3]] with Maya and Keva.\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can now [[do a brief pass-through|FGWLeisStart]] play of Farmster Girl World to unlock other options for the Virtual Dimension Rig. (See dev diary for more info.)\n*<b>Main:</b> When visiting Liam, Gwyn can [[sit and wait|GwynLiam1x3]] for him to return.\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can now [[wake up Fang|GGMonk5x4]] after staying over at Bellweather's.\n*<b>Main</b>: Blessed Buddy can decide to see just how far he can take things with [[Ayako and Laura|BudBless3x1]]\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can decide to purchase [[The Diablo|GGME2x1]] from Brightstar Electronics.\n*<b>Main:</b> More of Cyan and [[her uncle|GGUncle1x3]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can also [[just grab|GGMoto1x1]] the thing that's keeping the motorcycle from starting up.\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can tell Rei he's good with [[whatever will make her happy|HLSenshi23x3]] after butt stuff.\n*<b>Main:</b> Austin can hang out on the [[first floor|AusJP2x1]] of the party at his Japanese university.\n*<b>Main:</b> Added two new items, the Training Suit and the Bot to the '[[Devices|RanDeb2x1]]' selection on no-item debug mode.\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can tell Gideon he's [[not curious|QOGid2x1]] about being with another guy.\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can [[dare|GGParent13x9]] when discussing "Little Daddy".\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can get home and found he bought [[a jewelry box|QOKevDT1x2]] while shopping with Kevin.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 72</i></b>\n\n[[January Dev Diary|Jan2022DD]]\n\n* Made Marei slightly older. I admit wanting her to be a young widow but I also made her like bare minimum old enough to have Ken, so. Adding a few years gives her slightly more range.\n*<b>Main:</b> Marei can now decide to look at her late husband's [[androids|Marei15x1]] for scratching her itch.\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can buy the [[detachable penis|GGDL2x1]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Jack can now decide to get [[Gabriel|JackGD1x1]] for Lita.\n*<b>Main</b>: Jack can also have a son instead of a daughter.\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can now also browse the DeviList [[want ads|GGDLStart]].\n\n<b><i>Alpha 71</i></b>\n\n[[December Dev Diary|Dec2021DD]]\n\n*<b>Main:</b> Plushified Jamie can see that the dildo Tanya is getting out is [[really weird|QOVex4x4]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Eric can now [[blackmail|RanDeb1x12]] Ranma with the footage he took after using the Slowburn on her.\n*<b>Main:</b> I considered and realized that 'Barbarian' didn't seem very likely as something Layla would pick. It's been replaced with [[Druid|MeanSima1x5]].\n*<b>Main</b>: Cyan's infiltration of her parents' secret party can [[continue|GGParent15x2]].\n*<b>Main</b>: Eric can summon the [[Orgasmatron|RanDeb2x1]] to use on Ranma.\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can have a [[realization|QOMeta1x10]] when facing Cognitive Tanya.\n*<b>Main</b>: Jamie can [[kiss Emi|QOBro1x12]] after actually talking to him on their hookup date.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 70</i></b>\n\n[[November Dev Diary|Nov2021DD]]\n\n*<b>Main</b>: Plushie Jamie can see that the dildo Tanya is getting out is [[purple and sparkly|QOVex4x4]].\n*<b>Main</b>: Celeste can take the job at [[Bambi's Bikini Pizza|CelPizzaStart]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Mike can refuse to show Serva and Raven "[[it|MikeMST1x3]]".\n*<b>Main:</b> Austin can [[release Murielle|AustinElf1x1]] in return for a wish.\n*<b>Main:</b> After going over to Kevin's, Jamie can suggest [[waiting for Tanya to leave|QOFam1x6]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Eric can use the debug menu to [[mess with Nabiki|RanDeb1x14]] after making a deal for sex.\n*<b>Main:</b> After selecting the crate of artifacts, Austin can [[put the pendant he finds|Austin1x2]] back.\n*<b>Main:</b> Plushie Jamie can have his mother give him to [[Maya|QOVex4x2]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Buddy can invite the [[witch and cat trick-or-treaters|BuddyOct17x1]] in for cookies.\n*<b>Main:</b> Layla can decide not to sleep on (and crease) her new [[Fighter|MeanSima1x5]] character sheet.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 69</i></b>\n\n[[October Dev Diary|Oct2021DD]]\n\n*<b>Main:</b> Incubus Jamie can be [[dominant|QOFam1x8]] when confronting Tanya.\n*<b>Main:</b> Incubus Jamie can also [[go over to Maya's|QOFam1x5]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Marei can use a [[normal condom|Marei14x8]] rather than one of the pastel variety.\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can now watch the action between her father and Karen [[because it's hot|GGParent3x1]].\n*<b>Main:</b> After everyone splits up, Wilma can try the [[front door|WilmaHaunt1x1]] of Defir House.\n*<b>Main:</b> Wilma can play the [[Immortal Dethbrawl|WilmaFun7x1]] cabinet in the Funland arcade.\n*<b>Main:</b> Buddy can [[fail to notice anything amiss|BuddyOct6x2]] after donning the Bouncy Kunoichi costume.\n*<b>Main:</b> Holly can cast the [[Chocolate Mouse Curse|HollyWitch1x5]] on the neighborhood punks.\n*<b>Main:</b> Amanda can accept entrance to [[Ascendant Academy|SweetBro1x4]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Celeste can [[listen to Robert|CelFiesta1x5]] when she gets caught up in teasing the animatronics.\n*<b>Main:</b> Demon Cyan can now start her conquest of the mortal realm with [[her parents|GGHH24x2]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Wilma can [[stop reading|WilmaLibrary1x1]] the Anthem of Canisaru Casru after it gets too weird. \n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can [[undress|QOVex1x1]] the succubus plushie he bought.\n*<b>Main:</b> Buddy can focus on [[emasculating|BuddyPunks6x1]] the vandal he caught.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 68</i></b>\n\n-Update 1-\n*<b>Main:</b> Spy Cyan's adventures [[continue|GGSpy1x3]]. (I was originally going to make it so that every option got something at least a little wrong, but that seemed unfair.)\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can browse the novelty shirts at [[The Shed|GGGFStart]].\n-Update 2-\n*<b>Main:</b> Continuation of Helen applying for the job at [[Aspareth's School|HelenAsp1x1]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can use [[Bran|GGDog1x10]] to comfort her mother.\n*<b>Main:</b> Sam can now visit [[Horrorland|FemWorldLandStart]].\n-Update 3-\n* More of Cyan, her mom, and Bran.\n* More of Sam exploring the cult house.\n*<b>Main:</b> Celeste has a new job offering at her starting page.\n-Update 4-\n*<b>Main:</b> Sam can suggest doing something about the "biters" before [[heading to the dock|Sauria8x2]] in Isla Sauria.\n*<b>Main:</b> Marei can decide to try out the "[[glory holes|Marei17x3]]" at Sweet Dreams.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 67</i></b>\n\n[[August Dev Diary|Aug2021DD]]\n\n*<b>Main:</b> More Farmster Girl World, which will now have its own [[set of update notes|FGWUpdateNotes]]. Note: Large sections of Farmster Girl World will not work fully if accessed through Devious World, due to the coding differences between Sugarcane and Sugarcube. For the full experience, use the individual Farmster Girl World file.\n*<b>Main:</b> Looks like Waifu Ranma is [[back on the menu|RanPP1x1]], boys!\n*<b>Main:</b> Helen can now take the job at Aspareth's School. (If you're not familiar, she's an Adult Female option, the jobs are on her starting page.)\n\n<b><i>Alpha 66</i></b>\n\n[[July Dev Diary|July2021DD]]\n\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can now ask his catgirl maidified mom to [[show him her panties|QOSB1x1]]\n*<b>Main:</b> Instead of peeking, Jamie can now [[listen|QOKevPorn3x1]] to the noises he hears when passing Tanya's room.\n*<b>Main:</b> Blessed Buddy can suggest he, Laura, and Ayako [[go out|BudBless3x1]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Marei can now [[look into a hookup|Marei15x1]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Amanda can buy the [[Castle Fantasy|SweetBro1x2]] playset for her brother.\n*<b>Main:</b> Marei can note that Ken has [[made a big mess|Marei14x5]] due to his 'Fapluenza'.\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can now buy a 'Virtual Dimension Rig' from [[Nile|QONile5x1]].\n*<b>Main:</b> After hypnotizing the girls at the Hitasuneko, Austin will tell them he [[can go where he wants|Austin6x2]].\n\n<b><i>Alpha 65</i></b>\n\n[[June Dev Diary|June2021DD]]\n\n*<b>Main:</b> Ranma can now beg Happosai to [[fuck her|FRanX2x3]] when she's at his mercy.\n*<b>Main:</b> Male start Ranma can now tell Akane to [[suck a lemon|MRanXStart]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can tell the kobold that's not a lizard that she's a [[famous intellectual|GGDog9x1]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Adult male option [[Jack|chargenadultmale]] is now playable, with some tweaks.\n*<b>Main:</b> Buddy-Mai can now get [[gold sparkles|BuddyFHP6x1]] in the dick gacha. She can also buy the [[Mega Man|BuddyFHP2x2]] or the Centaur from the dick store.\n*<b>Main:</b> After yielding to futa Mai, Eric can [[ask her to wait|HLMai8x1]].\n\n<b><i>Alpha 64</i></b>\n\n[[May Dev Diary|May2021DD]]\n\n*<b>Main:</b> After becoming Hazel's apprentice, Eric can decide to go to [[regular school|RunFF10x1]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Eric can order the hentai males to [[finish breaking Ranma's will|RanDeb8x4]].\n* <b>Main</b>: Added another [[digitizer sim|Digitizer10x2]] and look it's different okay?\n*<b>Main:</b> Full debug mode Eric can now [[mess with Ranma in guy form|RanDeb1x3]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Buddy can agree to [[mana transfer|BuddyOct20x7]] with the Lizzies.\n*<b>Main:</b> Holly can now elect to [[browse around|HollyOct5x1]] the Last Resort looking for a Halloween costume.\n*<b>Main:</b> Buddy can get a costume from [[Fantasy Life|BuddyOct1x1]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Blessed Buddy can now [[take the road less traveled|BudBless1x3]] with Dana.\n*<b>Main:</b> Layla can admit to Jasmine she likes the thought of [[being transformed|MeanFarm4x6]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Raptarran Cypher can now [[summon Arana to the bait ship|BadCypher11x6]].\n*<b>Main</b>: Eric can now play [[Red XIII|FF7X3x1]] in the FF7 sim.\n*<b>Main</b>: Jamie can seek help from [[the force of personality|QOBully1x1]] in dealing with Joshua.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 63</i></b>\n\n[[April Dev Diary|Apr2021DD]]\n\n* <b>Main:</b> Lionman Jamie can [[grab the bags|QOLion1x1]] of the fleeing bank robbers.\n* <b>Main:</b> After accepting his help, Gwyn can now tell Marius he's [[looking for something different|Gwyn6x1]].\n* <b>Main:</b> After agreeing to help, Cyan can now [[accept combat training|GGSG1x1]] so she can accompany WP-Zed.\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can now order the [[Servabeam|QONile5x1]] with his Nile gift card.\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can use the Spinjob app to make his mother [[obedient|QONile3x3]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can now [[go with Leanna|QOSchool2x1]] when she adopts him.\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can choose the [[Dragonfruit Devil|QOHPT6x1]] Zoo Juice Soda.\n* <b>Main:</b> Layla can [[just put up with|MeanFarmStart]] Jasmine after being sent to the farm. Also, after choosing to brag on herself, several of the options are open.\n* <b>Main:</b> The [[Trikeron scenario|RanDeb6x2]] has new observations of the invasion, and if you've turned him into a harem boi Ranma is now visible in the harem. \n\n<b><i>Alpha 62</i></b>\n\n[[February-March Dev Diary|FebMarch2021DD]]\n\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can now try to figure out [[MeistroComp Mobile|QONile4x1]] on his own.\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can now refuse to go on a [[Pokemon journey|QOPokeStart]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can now be a derp and [[just free Vex from the start|QOVex1x3]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Buddy can now [[cancel dinner|BudBless1x2]] to focus his attention on Dana.\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric has a [[new device|RanDeb2x1]] to use on female Ranma in the sim.\n* <b>Main:</b> Mallory can [[respond as he sees appropriate|QOInc11x1]] to Sandra calling him a dweeb.\n* <b>Main:</b> Gwyn can now [[accept|Gwyn2x1]] Marius's offer of help with Maria.\n* <b>Main:</b> Britney can now [[go with Jenna|WBrit1x4]] on her expedition after becoming a weretiger.\n* <b>Main:</b> The [[My Little Dollmaker|RanDeb2x2]] in the Ranma sim has been altered a bit and expanded.\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can admit he's [[still curious|QOGid2x2]] after experimenting with Gideon.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cypher can [[kill the Raptarran|BadCypher9x2]] after it's injured by the local wildlife.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can ask her uncle [[what kind of arrangement|GGUncle1x1]] would get her a car. She can also ask about the free one.\n* <b>Main:</b> Upon arriving at their "subversive" camping spot, Jamie and Gideon can [[make camp|QOGid1x4]].\n* <b>Main:</b> After killing the bandits attacking him, male fighter Eric can decide to [[raid the dragon hoard|EricMF2x1]].\n* <b>Main:</b> When going to the magic shop with Hazel, Eric can now just [[look with his eyes|RunFF5x1]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can select the [[Lemon-Lime Lion|QOHPT6x1]] six-pack when being a Testing Agent.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 61</i></b>\n\n[[January Dev Diary|Jan2021DD]]\n\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie's mom can now suggest he go to [[Camp Cross|QOFam1x3]] after waking up as an incubus.\n* <b>Main:</b>: Jamie can [[mutter vaguely|QOSchool5x2]] after bumping into Gideon.\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can follow Kevin's suggestion that they go [[downtown|QOKevActivities]].\n* <b>Main</b>: Eric can now use the [[basic aphrodisiac|RanDeb1x7]] on Ranma.\n* <b>Main</b>: Jamie can now say he wants to be [[even girlier|QOBro2x6]] for Will.\n* <b>Main:</b> Space bounty hunter Cyan can now [[follow|GGMS2x3]] the craft identified as a Reeping One contact.\n* <b>Main:</b> Monk Cyan can now [[give in|GGMonk10x1]] to the lust caused by Aerienne's fireball.\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can now tell the incubus that for his wish, he wants to be [[like the incubus|QOInc1x9]].\n* <b>Main:</b> All options are now available when Jamie and Will are discussing [[Will's sexual prowess|QOBro2x1]].\n* <b>Main:</b> When playing with the magic book, Jamie can suggest the section on altering [[society|QOBook14x1]].\n\n<b><i>Alpha 60</i></b>\n\n[[December Dev Diary|Dec2020DD]]\n\n-Update 1-\n* <b>Main:</b> After giving the Slowburn aphrodisiac time to work, Eric can now check [[outside|RanDeb1x9]] or in Akane's room for Ranma. He can also choose [[transformations|RanDeb1x6]] when messing with the potions.\n* <b>Main:</b> Layla can now tell Sita to [[dream on|MeanSita1x1]] when she offers to get along.\n* <b>Main</b>: Amanda can now spend her summer [[hanging out with friends|SweetKidStart]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can [[know better|GGHH29x4]] than to just let Cybil out.\n* <b>Main:</b> When trapped in the log by the alligator gar, fairy Eric can wish for [[power|MiniEric2x2]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyantaur can [[intervene|GGCentaur7x1]] when she notices Amana getting tempted.\n* <b>Main:</b> Ranma can now ask the devil what the [[worst curse he thinks Ranma has|FRanX31x1]] is.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 59</i></b>\n\n* <b>Main:<b> Dark <strike>General</strike> Great King Mike can now just [[enjoy himself|DarkMike3x1]] with the girls he's called up for inspection.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 58</i></b>\n\n[[October Dev Diary|Oct2020DD]]\n\n* <b>Main</b>: Celeste can now sign up for the [[Special Service Program|CelPizza1x1]] with Fully Automatic Food.\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can [[go home|RunFF10x3]] for the fall break from magic school.\n* <b>Main</b>: Layla can find her power threatened by a [[new girl|MeanGirlStart]].\n\n<b><i>Alpha 57</i></b>\n\n[[September Dev Diary|Sept2020DD]]\n\n* <b>Main:</b> Marei can now call [[the family doctor|Marei14x1]] for fear that Ken has "fapluenza".\n* <b>Main:</b> No-bonus Eric can now [[alter the entire Ranma sim|RanDeb6x1]] once he's outside the Tendo Dojo.\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can [[meet Mai immediately|HLMai12x1]] after obtaining the hypnosis pocketwatch.\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can [[recruit Kevin and Maya|QOMeta1x5]] to help him take down Sandra's mental Shell.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can now agree to [[adopt Puck|GGDL1x2]] the cat. (Shockingly he is not just a cat. I bet what happens surprises you.)\n* <b>Main:</b> King Jamie can tell Mama Michi he [[needs a minute|KingJamie1x3]].\n* <b>Main:</b> After volunteering for her experiments, Eric can agree to become Dr. Life's [[assistant|Palladium6x1]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can now [[try to calm Big Momma|EricMF3x10]] during negotiations with Duke Emory.\n* <b>Main:</b> Futa-witch Cyan can now make her mother [["apologize"|GGCandy5x7]] when first returning home from Tandy's.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can continue her [[infiltration|GGParent15x2]] of her parents' sex party.\n* <b>Main:</b> The option for [[splitting up|GGHH1x1]] at the haunted house has been changed to allow Cyan to go alone or with different people.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 56</i></b>\n\n[[August Dev Diary|August2020DD]]\n\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric's choices for asking Santa for [[a family|XmasFamStart]] have been revised and some opened up.\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can now [[stay at magic school|RunFF10x3]] over the break.\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can now look at the [[high-tech gizmos|QOSchool1x6]] or vehicles on Nile.\n* <b>Main:</b> Holly can [[be snippy|HollyOct1x2]] to the cat and witch trick-or-treaters.\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can agree to be a [[breeder|EricMF3x6]] for Big Momma's orc tribe.\n* <b>Main:</b> While fucking Darian during the blackmail threesome, Buddy can tell his mother to [[play with herself|BuddyPunk4x7]] or suck Darian's nipples.\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can now offer [[no comment|QOBro8x1]] to Sandy asking if he's a virgin, or answer Lil [[either way|QOBro7x1]]. In a nearby dimension, he can also find that Will left [[a pair of panties|QOBro2x5]] out as a gift.\n* <b>Main</b>: Cypher can now bet his [[sex|CyEE1x1]] at Equivalent Exchange. She can also continue playing after being turned into [[a gynoid|CyEE1x2]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Mike can go to the [[arcade|MikeFiesta2x4]] on the last night of the week after befriending the animatronics.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 55</i></b>\n\n[[July Dev Diary|July2020DD]]\n\n* <b>Main:</b> After being welcomed into his new super-family, Eric can become [[Hazel's|RunFF7x2]] apprentice.\n* <b>Main:</b> Sissified-by-Joshua Jamie can now [[reveal his condition|QOBully3x4]] to his dad. In a nearby alternate reality, non-sissified Jamie can tell Nyle he wants to [[stick up for himself|QOBully2x2]].\n* <b>Main:</b> There's now an "[[Items|RanDeb1x5]]" option for toying with female Ranma on the basic debug sim.\n* <b>Main:</b> Gwyn can now agree to Liam using his [[new creation|GwynLiam1x10]] on him.\n* <b>Main:</b> Callista can urge Sandra to [[escape through the underwater tunnel|HellKore10x2]] while she stays behind.\n* <b>Main:</b> The roster of partners available to Callista at the [[volleyball tournament|DOA2x1]] has been altered and opened up.\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can just [[be direct|RanDeb8x1]] after luring Ranma to the woods. He can also use the Chair to target the [[most influential|RanChair1x3]] girls first.\n\n\n<b><i>Alpha 54</i></b>\n\n[[June Dev Diary|June2020DD]]\n\n* <b>Main</b>: Lord Aurik can play with new targets in the Oversight Room of the [[Trikeron sim|TrikeronStart]]. (Due to the way this section of the game works, all links to new content will need to go to the starting passage.)\n* <b>Main</b>: Monk Cyan can now [[listen to the fortuneteller|GGMonk11x9]] for Kovam's sake.\n* <b>Main</b>: Holly, when going to a Halloween party as a sex slave, can now choose [[none of the collar tags|HollyOct6x2]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can now touch the hand phaser in the [[high-tech section|PropMuseumWeapHiTech]] of the prop museum.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cypher in Jeanne's body can [[admit they're Cypher|Cypher7x1]] when confronted by Nyx and Hanlon.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can [[state her favorite monster|GGMon1x1]] when giving Dean the T-shirt.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can decide to [[not be hasty|GGParent13x7]] when discussing her father's sleepwalking with her mother.\n* <b>Main</b>: Eric can now use "[[enhancements|RanDeb1x6]]" on female Ranma. Earlier, he can also take her [[somewhere more remote|RanDeb1x4]] for playing with.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 53</i></b>\n\n[[May Dev Diary|May2020DD]]\n\n* <b>Main:</b> More of Buddy dealing with the [[Christmas angel|BuddyAngel1x2]] in his living room.\n* <b>Main</b>: After long consideration, I've decided to rewrite Jamie's Pokemon storyline. I don't usually like to trim off old stuff like this, especially when it's been worked on, but the more I thought on it the more limited I felt by the setup. The link to the start of that plotline is [[here|QOPokeStart]] and has new content, as well as a link to the old version just for posterity.\n* <b>Main:</b> Buddy can also request the [[alternative visitation|BuddyDec1x2]] for his Caroling.\n* <b>Main</b>: Actually started on the "[[None|RanXDeb1x1]]" option under the Ranma sim debug that some of you may have noticed appeared a bit back. Because that's what that line needed, another option.\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can now suggest going right to [[Gideon's house|QOGid1x3]] for their weekend.\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can now take two [[different things|HLMai10x4]] from Wiz's collection of devious items. (Incoming poof transformations. Hey, sorry, sometimes they just fit best.)\n\n<b><i>Alpha 52</i></b>\n\n[[April Dev Diary|Apr2020DD]]\n\n* <b>Main</b>: Decided Jamie's PeopleSlider had too much overlap with MeistroComp's concept and replaced it with the [[MentaGuide|QONile2x1]]. (May add it back in if I ever get some really good ideas for it.)\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can fantasize about [[being a girl|QODS3x1]] after getting called on to dogsit again.\n* <b>Main:</b> December is now a season available to [[Buddy|BuddyStart]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Monk Cyan can [[wait for Bellweather to wake up|GGMonk5x4]] the morning after.\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can now [[meet Joshua for lunch|QOSchool6x1]].\n* <b>Main:</b> The [[magical kingdom|QONile7x1]] is now available for Jamie to buy on Nile.\n* <b>Main:</b> Mike now has a new (and available) option after making the Fast Felipe's animatronics [[horny|MikeFiesta1x2]].\n\n<b><i>Alpha 51</i></b>\n\n[[March Dev Diary|Mar2020DD]]\n\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can now download the [[SpinJob|QONile2x1]] or MeistroComp apps from Nile.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can now [[seduce|GGDog1x10]] her drunk and depressed mother.\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can now order the [[Sexaroid|QONile1x7]] or the BFFBot from the Nile android shop. He can also browse the [[magical items|QOSchool1x6]].\n* <b>Main</b>: Jamie can tell Shotiel that being fucked by the incubus made him feel [[unclean|QOInc6x2]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Mallory-using-Jamie's-body can now choose the [[bank account|QOInc8x3]] instead of the safety deposit box at the bank.\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can [[stay in the library|QOSchool1x3]] after school.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cypher can now [[suck the weapon merchant's cock|CySW2x2]] to be allowed to buy the Omnisonic Disruptor.\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can wear the [[cool shirt|QOSchoolStart]] on his first day of school.\n\n\n<b><i>Alpha 50</i></b>\n\n[[February Dev Diary|Feb2020DD]]\n\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can use the "[[Sword|HLMai4x1]]" body wash when showering at Mai's.\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can also decide he [[likes the club owner's offer|CC3x6]] when playing with Honey Trap.\n* <b>Main:</b> Dark General Mike can now do a [[dress code review|DarkMike1x5]] while undercover as a teacher.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can now decide she is [[uninterested|GGParent14x1]] in her parents' party.\n* <b>Main</b>: Jamie can now do fuckall with his vacation so that he starts school again. (The vacation has also been generic'd so it can be either spring break or summer break.)\n\n<b><i>Alpha 49</i></b>\n\n* <b>Main:</b> Ranma can now take a look at the [[haunted devil painting|FRanX15x2]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can now [[keep walking|GGParent2x2]] after seeing her father's car parked at the phone store.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cypher can now beg Klydess to use his "[[special ability|CySW1x6]]".\n\n<b><i>Alpha 48</i></b>\n\n[[December Dev Diary|December2019DD]]\n\n* <b>Main</b>: Cyan can yet again give in to the urge to go get a [[relaxing cookie|GGCandy7x4]].\n* <b>Main</b>: Band singer Erica can now [[obey|CC3x7]] when the club owner demands he bend over the desk.\n* <b>Main</b>: In Palladium City, Eric can now say [[he won't go to the party|PalladiumStart]].\n* <b>Main</b>: Gwyn can now [[submit|GwynSaya1x4]] to Saya's demand he wear panties.\n* <b>Main</b>: After escaping with Striped Trouble, Cypher can augment herself with [[Raptarran DNA|BadCypher10x7]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Homura can now suggest [[challenging a dojo|HomuraStart]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Female Ranma can visit [[Ucchan's|FRanX22x1]] or the Nekohanten after being launched by Akane.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cypher can [[stammer awkwardly|CySW1x4]] when Shado asks if he's coming along.\n* <b>Main:</b> Austin can now choose to inherit his uncle's [[personal assistant|Austin1x1]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can stutter himself into being a [[Succubus King|QODK3x3]]. A few paths over he can also use mana that [[feels right|QODK1x6]] for the gacha summon.\n* <b>Main:</b> The twin elves can put the experimental [[panties|HollyXmas6x4]] on Holly to make her cooperate.\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can now ask his dad how to [[get started|QODad1x2]] having sex.\n* <b>Main</b>: Holly can now untie [[all the reindeer|HollyXmas5x2]].\n\n<b><i>Alpha 47</i></b>\n\n[[November Dev Diary|November2019DD]]\n\n* <b>Main</b>: Austin can now tell the hypnotized girls [[he inherited them|Austin6x2]] along with the hot springs.\n* <b>Main</b>: Imaginarium-using Eric can now try [[time control|RunFF7x4]] when messing about with powers in school.\n* <b>Main</b>: Eric can [[give up resisting|HLMai3x1]] once futa Mai has facefucked him.\n* <b>Main</b>: [[Mike|MikeStart]] now has a new job opportunity.\n* <b>Main</b>: Cyan can now choose to be a [[Producer|GGSR7x1]] when working in the Ag Sector.\n* <b>Main</b>: Road Witch Cyan can [[approach the camper|RoadWitch1x1]]. \n* <b>Main</b>: Knocked-up girl Ranma can decide to try to hook [[Soun|FRanX22x7]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Mike can now have Robert set the animatronics to [[horny|MikeFiestaStart]].\n* <b>Main</b>: Jamie can now go with [[his father|QOFamStart]] for his birthday.\n* <b>Main</b>: Cypher can now enter [[Equivalent Exchange|Cypher15x2]] after rolling Karma Slave.\n* <b>Main</b>: Holly can now choose [[turkey|HollyNov1x4]] from among the options offered by the Thanksgiving Rebellion.\n* <b>Main</b>: Holly can also [[reject|HolValStart]] the Valentine's chocolates from Allen.\n* <b>Main</b>: Cyan can now [[resist|GGCandy5x2]] further stimulation of her candy-induced dick.\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can now agree to be the [[toy|WLMischief1x2]] of the strange rich man who rescues him at Worldland.\n* <b>Main</b>: Sam can [[stay away|FemPalV10x2]] from the strange light she sees when being cyberized.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 46</i></b>\n\n[[October Dev Diary|October2019DD]]\n\n* <b>Main:</b> "Erika" can [[continue to be stubborn|HHHVampMale1x4]] even after Drake makes him suck off the carriage horse.\n* <b>Main:</b> Buddy can [[rush outside|BuddyOct17x3]] when he hears his house getting egged.\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can [[play with Rei's dildo|HLSenshi13x2]] when snooping.\n* <b>Main: </b>Jamie and Maya can select "[[Teh Chaynj Mohzt Lood|QOBook14x2]]" from the magic book.\n* <b>Main:</b> The newly-turned shemale witch Cyan can now [[go on the road|GGCandy5x6]] instead of returning to her old life.\n* <b>Main:</b> Wilma can now play [[skeeball|WilmaFun5x2]] in the Funland arcade.\n* <b>Main</b>: Buddy can now investigate the [[haunted house|BuddyOct17x5]] on his Halloween walk. Or, a bit further back, he can [[ask who's at the door|BuddyOct17x2]] when there's a knock after lights out.\n* <b>Main</b>: Buddy-Mai can decide to [[earn some party currency|BuddyOct20x2]] at Lizzie's Halloween party.\n* <b>Main</b>: Hax protagonist Jamie can now observe the potential of a [[kidnapped princess|QOSuc5x3]] after rescuing Katalina.\n* <b>Main</b>: Buddy can now let Ciara [[pick her own room|BuddyOct17x11]].\n\n<b><i>Alpha 45</i></b>\n\n[[September Dev Diary|September2019DD]]\n\n* <b>Main:</b> Updates to [[Capture|GGCaptureStart]]:\n** Cyan can leap out of the alley and try to shoot Tifa with the Mysogibot Rifle the second she passes. This completes Tifa's MB Rifle option.\n** She can now also look in on the reconditioned Tifa in the Slut Gallery.\n* <b>Main:</b> Buddy and Cody can now go to [[Cosplay Casbah|BuddyOct12x1]] investigating Buddy's transformation into Mai Shiranui.\n* <b>Main:</b> Wilma can explore the arcade at [[Felipe's Funland|WilmaFun4x1]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can [[not hear anything|QOSuc5x1]] after first arriving in the adventure world with Mary. (There's a few other tweaks in other parts of the Adventure World scenario too.)\n* <b>Main:</b> "Kovam" can now decide he's had enough of "Cyan's" [[bullshit|GGMonk13x2]].\n* <b>Main</b>: Cyan can [[tell her mother|GGDog1x4]] what happened at the dog park.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cypher can now tell Ami to [[stay behind|Cypher5x1]] when going to the Mulsap Twelve station.\n* <b>Main:</b> Incubus Jamie can now suggest that he, Maya, and Keva [[all go out together|QOFamInc1x1]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Tifa can suggest [[splitting up|FFTL2x7]] in the abandoned train yard, or [[search for clues|FFTL2x19]] on the mayor's floor.\n* <b>Main:</b> Anubilis can now continue on to [[conquer Michiru|HLSenshi14x6]] after enslaving Haruka. Female Anubilis can also elect to [[leave Rei's apartment|HLSenshi13x4]]. (Also changed her look a bit.)\n* <b>Main:</b> Sam and Aunt Kelly can now set up their camping tent on the [[Thunderbird stone|Camping5x1]].\n\n<b><i>Alpha 44</i></b>\n\n[[August Dev Diary|August2019DD]]\n\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can go see [[Errana|GGDog3x6]] again after her little threesome with her and Svarog.\n* <b>Main:</b> Gwyn can now [[resist|GwynLiam4x1]] taking anything from Liam's hidden treasure trove. He can also [[show his interest|GwynLiam4x3]] in the bonfire party after stealing the pendant.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can [[lay low|GGParent2x1]] after overhearing her parents' plans to hook up.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyanide can now trade [[Sabine|GGET4x3]] the Appearance Change Potion in return for grouping up.\n* <b>Main:</b> Monk Cyan can now [[stick with Kovam's group|GGMonk8x1]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Helen can now meet [[the principal|HelenJPStart]] instead of Katsuko.\n* Continuing to tweak the color scheme. Hopefully this week the links are a good color so as to be distinct from regular text, readable on the (no longer flat black) background, and not glaring when they're redlinks.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can now "sample" MILK Duds at [[Tandy's Candy|GGCandy1x1]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Vidya Witch Cyan can now [[show mercy|GGVW1x1]] (sort of) to "Chocola the elf". The Chocola paths are going to be the first time (outside of Capture) I've decided to make branches converge back together, at least in the training sim areas. I don't intend to do this very often, but for this area it felt like it made more sense.\n* <b>Main</b>: Eric-as-Cypher-in-Jeanne's-body (whew) can now elect to [[wait for rescue|Cypher6x3]].\n\n<b><i>Alpha 43</i></b>\n\n[[July Dev Diary|July2019DD]]\n\n* <b>Main:</b> Warrior Cyan can [[make a decision|GGWar2x4]] about the misfit party's plans.\n* <b>Main:</b> When helping Harold for his father, Eric can now discover he's got [[pervy fetishes|HerschelHorse7x2]]. (What, in this game?)\n* <b>Main:</b> The young adult male option Billy has been renamed Gwyn to be more distinctive, and has been started.\n* <b>Main:</b> Warrior Cyan can now [[avoid the other party|GGWar2x2]] as well.\n* <b>Main:</b> Catgirl Erica can now give Freia [[a chomp|RunFF6x9]].\n* <b>Main:</b> After showing himself to Leena and Garri, Eric can declare he [[doesn't want to go back to Earth|StarCirc2x1]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Incubus Jamie can now [[fuck Maya's pussy|QOFam4x2]] during the foursome.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 42</i></b>\n\n[[June Dev Diary|June2019DD]]\n\n* Fixed a typo in one of the new catgirl-Erica passages, it was in fact always an all-boys class.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can now [[demand sex|GGParent9x1]] when she blackmails her father.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can also check out the "[[Girlfriend Store|GGMWStart]]" at the mall.\n* <b>Main:</b> Monk Cyan can now suggest [[either option|GGMonk8x5]] when her party is being swarmed by Gobberlins.\n* More of Cypher infiltrating the Raptarrans after changing into one.\n* <b>Main:</b> Celeste can now keep her promise to Robert and [[return to Fast Felipe's|CelFiesta1x4]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Celeste also now has [[two other job options|CelesteStart]] at her start.\n* Celeste's last name has also been changed to something more interesting, largely because I couldn't stop thinking of the Alvin & the Chipmunks movie every time one of the new characters called her 'Ms. Miller'.\n* Rewrote a bit after Cyan blackmailing her dad that had been lost in a small crash earlier.\n* <b>Main:</b> Warrior Cyan can now elect to [[explain her situation|GGWar1x1]] to Astoriel.\n\n\n<b><i>Alpha 41</i></b>\n\n[[May Dev Diary|May2019DD]]\n\n* <b>Main:</b> Decided I didn't like the dated update style, so decided to switch it up. Instead from now on, when something new is added to the update, it will be tagged with "Main", when I work on the same thing again later in the update, it won't have that tag. Should make scrolling through the incremental updates and the dev diaries smoother too.\n* <b>Main:</b> There's a new attraction in [[AnimalLand|AnimallandStart]] for Sam to check out.\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can now decide to [[watch a movie|HollywoodStart]] in HollywoodLand.\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can now ask Santa for a [[super family|XmasSantaStart]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Changed Mike's [[soda testing|MikeAppSoda1x1]] option for Cola Crocodile to Guarana Gator and worked on that.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can now check out the [[Taimanin Asagi|GGPorn3x1]] clip in her VR porn.\n* <b>Main:</b> When playing the female standard character in the FF7 sim, Erica can choose [[the default name|FF7F1x1]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can use the silver tongue stud to tell female Ranma [[he's going to fuck her|RanStud1x2]]\n\n<b><i>Alpha 40</i></b>\n\n* Side writing.\n* Jamie can now [[get bold with his requests from Tanya|QOKevPorn8x1]].\n* Jamie can declare he [[wants to be seen as a girl|QOBro3x2]] when getting fucked by Emi.\n* Eric has a [[new job opportunity|CC2x2]] in Capital City.\n* A bit of work on [[Easter Town|HEaster4x1]].\n* In the FF7 debug sim, Eric can now set Tifa to [[slutty|FF7X4x1]].\n* Cyan can agree with Orin's suggested marching order [[at the cave|GGMonk8x4]].\n* Cyan can now choose the [[shemale centaur|GGCentaurStart]] option in the Savage Species book.\n* Cyan can now decide to wander around the [[bad part of town|GGCruiseStart]].\n* Jamie can now ask the incubus to turn [[every boy at school|QOInc4x4]] into a sissified boi like him.\n\n\n<b><i>Alpha 39</i></b>\n\n[[March Dev Diary|Mar2019DD]]\n\n* More of Ranma's adventures with [[Mystical Jan-Ken-Pon|FRanX23x1]].\n* Marei and Carrie can [[keep watching|Marei6x1]] the lesbian porn Carrie found in May's room.\n* Eric can now suggest he and Compliant Tifa [[do something perverse|FF7X4x3]]. (Warning: Shota content.)\n* Jamie can now decide to [[not enter Errana's house|QOKevScheme1x4]] while selling chocolate with Kevin.\n* Jamie can now go to the [[school|QOMaya2x3]] in the quest for a condom to fool around with Maya.\n* Eric-Ranma can now throw the [["have a dick"|FRanX23x6]] match with Kira instead of letting her throw it.\n* Eric can now go see Nabiki after sending [["Best Buddy" Ranma|RanPP1x3]] on a fool's errand.\n* After being sentenced to attend the Space Ranger Academy, Cyan can [[go to a bar|GGSR12x2]].\n* "Doctor Deviant" can now use the [[Loyalty Laser|GGMCE6x4]] on her mother.\n* Cyan can now approach the [[guy|GGDog13x1]] she sees jogging in the dog park.\n* Over in SIMFITE, Tenta-Z can now select [[Street Fighter|GG-FF-TZStart]] characters to molest.\n* Cyan can also agree to help with finding [[the Final Worldpath|GGSG1x1]].\n* The doubled-up Cyan can now wind up being [[relocated to Japan|GGAlien4x1]] in a new identity.\n* Shampoo can now choose to try and [[eliminate Ukyo as a rival|ShampooX1x1]].\n* Ascendant Sam can now elect to [[insist on equality|FemPalV3x1]].\n* Replaced the youthful clothes on the Jamie-Amber path with [[party clothes|QOGF1x2]].\n* Jamie can now [[agree|QOKevScheme5x2]] to what's asked of him at the MILF futa-party.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 38</i></b>\n\n[[February Dev Diary|Feb2019DD]]\n\n* The teen options have been renamed to their character names, to bring them into line with the rest of the player characters.\n* Dan can now go sell one of Mr. Black's "[[special creations|YPBB1x2]]". He can also help out with the invention of new stuff.\n* Fairified Eric can plead with her "[[rescuer|MiniEric6x2]]" not to do what he's doing.\n* Cypher can now [[use the genetic sequencer|BadCypher10x6]] after escaping with Striped Trouble. Much earlier on, he can also have Delvan [[unlock the ship|BadCypher3x2]].\n* The default character in the [[Ranma sim|RanXStart]] is now available.\n* Eric can go to the part of the Palladium bridge party that [[Kelly invited him to|Palladium1x1]].\n* Cyan can now [[avoid blaming anyone|GGSR3x3]] when she pleads not guilty at the Space Rangers military tribunal.\n* Monk-in-training Cyan can now [[ditch Jakson|GGMonk1x1]] to approach the adventuring party.\n* Valerie the Witch Princess can now [[refuse to see Thule's sons|ValLib2x1]].\n* Cyan can now take the [[rehab assistant|GGSR5x2]] job on Orison.\n* Cyan can now choose [[Dominating Presence|GGSTief1x1]] from Riara's options for her cheat power.\n* Sam can now poke around in her aunt's [[closet|Camping11x1]].\n* Amanda can now decide to try for [[plane tickets|SKCheerStart]] to the cheerleader training camp.\n* Austin can now tell Bunny [[he'll work with her|Austin5x3]] to help Wonderland recover.\n* Gyaru-fied Austin can now tell Shirou he wants to be [[a complete bitch for cocks|Austin4x7]].\n* Eric-Ranma can now aim for [[the street nearby|FRanX1x1]] after getting Akane-launched.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 37</i></b>\n\n[[January Dev Diary|Jan2019DD]]\n\n* Jamie can now [[stammer aimlessly|QOBro3x1]] when Emi questions his assumption about being on top.\n* He can also choose to deal with his awkwardness at the loft party by [[drinking|QOBro1x4]]\n* Cyan can now select [[Traps on Girls - Uniform Code|GGPorn4x1]] in her VR porn selection. She can also get... [[enthusiastic|GGPorn5x2]] after selecting 'The Violation of Cyan LaChance'.\n* Cyan can now [[check her email|GGCompStart]].\n* Cyan can now buy the [[art tablet|GGME2x1]] from Brightstar Electronics.\n* Eric can now run away [[to the circus|runawaystart]].\n* Eric can now respond with lethal force to [[both bandits|EricMF1x1]] after touching the longsword in the prop museum.\n* Jamie can now elect to [[talk about|QOFam1x1]] his mother's plans for his birthday instead of letting them be a surprise.\n* Cyan has a [[new option|GGParent1x3]] when witnessing her mother kissing a woman after being shooed out of the house.\n* Eric-as-Ukyo can now declare she's going to share the [[Strongman Okonomiyaki|Ukyo1x5]] with Shampoo after proving her strength.\n* Cyan can now summon something to [[bolster her own abilities|GGDS1x4]] when deciding to help the other Defiant escape.\n* The Valerie player character under young adult female is now available.\n* Devious World will now come with an images folder to provide local content. Eventually old images previously embedded in Twine will be restored via this and those currently hosted on imgur will be moved there as well. This may make the download larger but should eliminate problems with website access restrictions and playing offline.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 37</i></b>\n\n<b>January 3, 2018</b>\n* Jamie can now [[stammer aimlessly|QOBro3x1]] when Emi questions his assumption about being on top.\n* He can also choose to deal with his awkwardness at the loft party by [[drinking|QOBro1x4]]\n<b>January 4, 2018</b>\n* More of Jamie and Emi. \n* Cyan can now select [[Traps on Girls - Uniform Code|GGPorn4x1]] in her VR porn selection. She can also get... [[enthusiastic|GGPorn5x2]] after selecting 'The Violation of Cyan LaChance'.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 36</i></b>\n\n[[December Dev Diary|Dec2018DD]]\n\n* And so we head into the last DW build of 2018. And we start with a few things of [[cherub Jamie and the married woman|ChJa2x1]].\n* Eric-as-Commander Erin can now [[agree to let the Raptarran fuck her|TrekF5x3]] in exchange for technological secrets.\n* Eric-Ranma can [[hurry past|FRanX5x3]] or drain the cum-bloated Kasumi in her quest to save Akane.\n* Jamie now has answers to give when visiting [[Honesty's Reward|QODS2x4]].\n* Holly can now [[untie one of the reindeer on her roof|HollyXmas5x2]].\n* Jamie can now agree to [[abandon the normal life|QOSuc3x2]] and run off with Mary.\n* A bit of a classic, [[Anubilis tormenting Rei|HLSenshi20x1]] (with donkey transformation).\n* Some of the options under Maya and Jamie playing with the [[Magic Book|QOMaya1x1]] have been removed for either being too difficult to convey in this medium, or for overlapping too much with other content. Speaking of which, "Magickez Mozt Forbihden" is now available.\n* Cyan can now purchase the [[Lone Survivor|GGMCE8x1]] costume from the clothing emporium.\n* Some stuff for Cyan to do with [[Poison Alter|GG-FF-PAStart]] in SIMFITE.\n* Eric-as-Homura can now [[patrol the halls|Homura1x3]] after taking the palace guard job.\n* Cyan can now elect to [[get some toys|GGParent3x8]] to enhance her toying with Karen.\n* Cyan can suggest she and her mother [[calm down|GGCandy4x1]] after their blue candy-fueled futa fucking.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 35</i></b>\n\n[[November Dev Diary|Nov2018DD]]\n\n* Female Eric-Ranma can now decide she [[can't take the chance|FRanX15x4]] that the demon statue is bluffing about the new curse.\n* Some more work on [[Capture|GGCaptureStart]], such as a few new rooms in the hab and being able to get Tifa with the Reconditioning Rifle.\n* Holly can now go [[check the roof|HollyXmas5x1]] when there arises such a clatter.\n* Jamie can now [[pray for help|QOInc1x3]] on the second night after being molested by the incubus.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 34</i></b>\n\n[[October Dev Diary|Oct2018DD]]\n\n<b>October 15, 2018</b>\n* More work on [[Capture|GGCaptureStart]].\n<b>October 16, 1018</b>\n* Capture!\n* Also split off everything pre-Alpha 32 into another page, the main version history was getting unwieldy.\n<b>October 17, 2018</b>\n* Capture Capture Capture.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 33</i></b>\n\n[[September Dev Diary|Sep2018DD]]\n\n* Some small formatting updates.\n* Cyan can take part in the "[[helicopter parent|GGDog10x4]]" program at the Winterbury Kennel.\n* Cyan can also take the [[GoPro|GGDog5x3]] she was wearing due to dreams of Svarog over to Leslie's.\n* As a Rakshasa tiefling, Cyan can [[continue her relationship with Vera|GGTief3x5]].\n* Jamie can choose to deal with crowd overload by [[hiding|QOBro1x4]] during his brother's party.\n* Eric the boy fairy can now elect to become Queen Tania's [[King Consort|MiniEric2x7]].\n* Girl fairy Eric can now elect to try and [[push the pike back in the water|MiniEric4x2]], or [[fly off in a panic|MiniEric1x2]] after first being changed.\n* Vidya witch Cyan can make a fighting game, [[SIMFITE|GGCandy5x9]]\n* [[Wilma and Tanya|WilmaFun3x1]] can explore a bit more of Felipe's Funland.\n* Cyan and friends can go looking for the room with all the statues, AKA the [[art gallery|GGHH13x1]], in the haunted house.\n* One of the other books Wilma found in [[the library|WilmaLibraryStart]] can be read. There's also some more stuff under Animus Vox.\n* Jamie can now elect to provide [[Denver Sunrise|QOKevPorn7x2]] for the goth Halloween party.\n* Holly can now decide she will indeed [[become a witch|HollyWitch1x2]] when Zane suggests it.\n* Cyan has a reaction to Leslie's altered appearance after [[smearing glowing moss|GGHH4x5]] on herself.\n* Demon-Cyan can go see [[the owner of the haunted house|GGHH24x2]].\n* After Holly adds fog powder to the Pumpkin Punch, she has redone options (and one selectable) [[with Felicity and Selina|HollyOct4x1]].\n\n<b><i>Alpha 32</i></b>\n\n[[August Dev Diary|Aug2018DD]]\n\n* Cyan has several options for [[pursuing criminals|GGSR1x2]] as a Space Ranger.\n* She can also [[agree to split up|GGSR6x10]] on the bunker mission in the Dark Sector. Or she can [[pass Rakell's door|GGSR7x4]] in the ag sector. Or, she can [[become a prostitute|GGSR5x2]] in the city sector.\n* Cyan can also browse the [[sales ads|GGDLStart]] on Devilist.\n* The demon version of Cyan can elect to turn poor captive Leslie into a "[[Meat Forge|GGHH6x4]]", or she can [[keep up her deception|GGHH16x2]] much longer. Inversely, human Cyan can start pondering ways to [[get rid of|GGHH10x2]] demon-Leslie.\n* In [[the D&D books|GGDDStart]], the Complete Bard has been started, and the Complete Wizard has been changed to the Complete Mage (with the original option becoming the Apprentice archetype).\n* After catching him banging Karen at the phone store, Cyan can now elect to blackmail [[her dad|GGParent3x2]] instead.\n* Cyantaur can now [[offer her friends as tribute|GGCentaur5x6]] to Sleipnir.\n* Cyan can play the [[Twilight Sparkle|GGPorn3x4]] VR porn video.\n* Cyan can pick the [[Bubblegum Pink|GGLing1x1]] lingerie as her gift. There's also a continuation of her issues with the [[Blood Wine|GGLing2x1]] lingerie.\n* Cyan can buy the [[Doctor Deviant|GGMCE6x1]] costume at Missus Mazorium's.\n* More stuff of Cyan going to [[Oz|GGOzStart]]. (Currently she and Glinda are not getting along.)\n* The [[east wing of the mall|GGMallStart]] is now populated by various stores, several of which have beginner content.\n* Jamie can now [[go visit his brother|QOFamStart]].\n* Eric's greatsword option in the museum has been replaced by a [[longsword|PropMuseumWeapLowTech]].\n* Anubilis can now give Rei the best ([[and last|HLSenshi14x2]]) orgasm of her life.\n \n[[Pre-32 Updates|VersionHistoryOld]]

Hurrying over to the teen who's still scrambling, half to get up and half to get away, you grab them by the upper arm and haul them to their feet, snapping, "Don't move!"\n\nThey certainly do freeze, staring up at you. Looks like you've caught a-\n\n<hr>\n[[-boy vampire.|BuddyPunks4x1]]\n\n[[-cyberpunk girl.|BuddyPunks1x2]]

Smirking a bit, you shift your grip to her wrist before turning her, twisting her hand up behind her back and making her yelp. You open one of the doors of the entryway cabinet and pull out a pair of short-chained handcuffs, clipping it on her held wrist before yanking her other around behind her and cuffing it as well. "I'm going to make you pay for your crimes. With your body, of course."\n\n"YOU CA-!" Her protest cuts off as the next item you took out of the cabinet is applied... a ball gag, the red rubber sphere shoved into her conveniently open mouth and yanked tight as you fasten it. Well, her cry doesn't cut off so much as it turns into a muffled, unintelligible mass of noises. Drool is already starting to run down her chin as you yank her back and turn her towards the living room, shoving her forward, forcing her to walk forward in a stumbling gait. It's easy enough to give her a shove to her knees as you arrive at the couch, and then bend her over it, keeping one hand pressed between her shoulderblades to keep her in place. With your other hand you reach around to undo the button of her jeans as she writhes and bucks, shouting her protests through the ballgag but not managing to do much more than shake her ass enticingly as you tug down jeans and panties at the same time, baring her pale ass and pink slit as you haul the pants and underwear down around her knees.\n\n"Cute little butt you got here," you murmur in mocking approval, giving one of her pert asscheeks a squeeze as she squeals in indignation and fury. You then deliver a good, hard slap to the squeezed buttock, making her yelp and rock forward against the couch. You repeat the process a few more times, squeezing and kneading her asscheeks until she starts making noises like she's demanding you stop or even threatening you, then delivering another stinging spank and making her jolt against the couch.\n\nSeeing your cute teenage captive writhe and tremble in front of you with her ass steadily turning pink from your spanks obviously has its own affects on you. So eventually you undo your fly and free your cock, rubbing it against the light handprints left on her ass, making her grunt and whimper a bit in protest as she obviously realizes what you're doing.\n\n'Now,' you think smugly as you use your thumbs to lightly spread her pretty pink slit, which despite all her protests has started glistening a bit. 'Decisions, decisions,' you muse to yourself as you slide your hands up, squeezing her spanked bottom even as you spread it a bit to take a look at her pucker.\n\n<hr>\n[[Fuck her pussy.|BuddyPunks1x4]]\n\n[[Fuck her ass.|BuddyPunks]]

You're not even entirely certain whether she's wearing a costume or that's just her style... her shortish hair is dyed purple and falls over her eye on one side, and she's wearing bright blue lipstick and a few little near-glowing heart and star decals on one cheek. Her ears are heavily pierced and she's wearing a black leather jacket over a highlighter yellow and black sleeveless top that leaves her pierced bellybutton visible, her low-slung pants showing off the straps of her day-glo purple thong. Fifteen or sixteen, you'd figure, on the slender and short side. The main 'cyberpunk' thing is a plastic visor that's been fitted with light-up LEDs with little 'readout' designs etched in the lenses.\n\n"Let me go!" she snaps, apparently having recovered and discovered enough gumption to yank at her arm.\n\nInstead you turn and head for the house, dragging her along with you as you head back through the front door. She squirms and yanks at her arm a bit, but doesn't seem to really be struggling particularly hard, just letting herself stumble along after you, perhaps still too afraid to really try to get away.\n\n"Egg my house, huh?" you growl at her as you kick the front door closed behind the two of you. "You think you're just gonna get away with that?"\n\nThat does seem to put some fear back into her, and her blue eyes widen. "H-hey, what are you gonna do?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Call the cops.|BuddyPunks3x1]]\n\n[[Make her rat on her friends.|BuddyPunks2x1]]\n\n[[Take it out in trade.|BuddyPunks1x3]]\n\n[[Punish her.|BuddyPunks]]\n\n[[Punish her <i>severely</i>.|BuddyPunks]]

"So... like... even if my roommates were, say... not necessarily as... fit, as I am...?" you say, flexing one of your arms.\n\n"Oh, the lovely ladies in question will only be concerned with copulation rather than comeliness, I assure you," Baz assures you assuredly.\n\nHoly fuck. Not only are you quite possibly going to have a sex party with multiple girls, but you could get your nerd buddies laid too?! You... you're going to be a god. A god to your dudes, every man's dream. "Uh, yeah man, that'd be the best! You'd be, like, the best friend ever in that case!"\n\n"I would certainly hope to be," Baz says in a humble tone, again putting his hand to his chest and giving you a slight bow. "Well then, in such a case I will depart."\n\n"Oh, wait, dude, if we're friends shouldn't we have each other's numbers?" you say, quickly fumbling out your cellphone and pointing at it.\n\n"I am afraid I do not make use of such things," Baz says, making a mild dismissive wobble of one hand. "Personal preference. I will simply visit you here again soon, if that is acceptable to you?"\n\n"Oh! Like, yeah sure dude, any time."\n\n"Thank you!" Seeming extremely pleased with that invitation, Baz turns and lopes off with a... slightly odd gait, but maybe it's just the sweats that make it look that way.\n\nYou... may have gotten involved with a seriously strange individual? ... But bro who fucking cares?! He can convince women to fuck you! You turn and practically skip (but in a totally manly way, probably) back into the house, only pausing as you get a text on said phone and check it, seeing Travis's picture at the corner of the notification.\n\n'Won't be home tonight. Going to a release campout for the new Evangelion movie with Ellie.'\n\nOh yeah, you remember him mentioning that, but you don't know anything about it other than that it has a really weird title, <i>Evangelion: 3.0+1.0+2.0+3.1415926535: You Can (Not) Stop Watching</i>. Sometimes you're really glad that you don't actually have that much interest crossover with your friends, so that you don't wind up getting dragged to stuff like that.\n\nAh wait, he says he's going with Ellie. So you guess it's another one of their is-it-really-a-date? dates. You've popped open the message app and are halfway through typing out that he should make an excuse to come home because oh boy is there going to be something a lot better than a Japanimation movie going on here, when you pause.\n\nIt might be kind of uncool to ask your bro to ditch his maybe-girlfriend to come home and, uh, fuck other girls. Possibly kind of really uncool. ... But bro are they even really dating? He still seems unsure after like almost a year. Maybe getting laid by someone else is exactly what he needs to help him decide if he wants to keep getting strung along like that.\n\n<hr>\n[[It would be very uncool to mess up his date.|Jess2x3]]\n\n[[It would be very uncool to let him miss out on fucking.|Jess]]

Just seems like you could get him in an awful lot of trouble if you yoinked him out of his maybe-a-date for, uh, this specifically. So you just send back a thumbs-up emoji and call it good. \n\nBut then of course you've gotta tell your other bro. You rush into the bedroom, which also serves as Brett's office where he has his desk in the corner with his computer, where he usually works from home. You do a quick check to make sure the microphone of his headset is in the up position before you call, "Bro! You're not gonna believe this!"\n\n"Not gonna believe that you're ignoring that it's my work hours first thing in the morning?" he says with a sigh, nevertheless pushing back from his desk and turning toward you. \n\n"It's worth it, trust me! When I went outside this morning, I bumped into that hot jogger lady, y'know the one that showed up like two weeks ago? Anyway, I shot my shot-"\n\n"Oh man, I'm sorry," Brett says with a grimace.\n\n"Thanks bro. I mean, no!" you blurt, waving your hands rapidly. "I mean, yeah I crashed and burned like usual, bro, but then I met this guy!"\n\n"Well, I'm a little surprised, but maybe it's for the best, as long as you're happy."\n\n... You seriously consider telling him yeah, sure, now you need the house to yourself for the evening. But then you take a deep breath and said, "I met this guy who said that he could help by talking to girls for me."\n\n"Hunh." Brett blinks his brown eyes a few times at that, running his fingers through his already messy hair. "So how did... that go?"\n\n"Bro. The jogger lady... her name's Angela... she sucked me off right in the front yard behind the tree, and then we fucked."\n\nBrett stares at you for a long moment, then nods firmly. "You're right. I don't believe you."\n\n"Dude! I swear! I swear on-" You pause, searching for something that would be suitably mutually meaningful to both of you despite the vast gulf in the preferences of jock and nerd. "... I swear on the Rohirrim's charge at Gondor!"\n\nBrett immediately puts a hand to his chest and bows his head in solemn acknowledgement, before saying, "I'm sorry I doubted you." Then his eyes widen. "But for real? She just-"\n\n"Got down and blew me right behind the tree, yeah," you say dreamily, admittedly still having some difficulty believing it yourself. "But anyway, this dude... his name is Baz... this dude, he's totally weird, but he seems legit! And he said that to prove he wants to be a good friend to us... that's, like, all he wants in return, is to be friends... he's gonna have some similarly hot'n'horny girls come over to see us tonight! Like, just all night, these girls will be down to fuck! Both of us!"\n\n"That's..." Brett just stares at you for long moment, then frowns. "Jess, you realize how incredibly fucking suspicious that whole thing is, right?"\n\n"I mean. Yeah. But dude. Consider this." You hold up your hands, sweeping them slowly apart in a presentation-like way. "Pussy."\n\n"... I acknowledge your counter-point and cede the argument," Brett agrees with a nod, before frowning again and glancing at himself. "Uh... but seriously, I-"\n\n"Bro, don't worry about it, you're fine. Plus Baz said these girls are gonna be so dee-two-eff that it won't even matter," you add with perhaps less emotional assurance but more concrete assurance.\n\nBrett still looks doubtful, then glances around the already relatively spotless bedroom. "... I should clean up. And we should probably take down the posters."\n\nYou start to ask why, then glance back and forth between the assortment of barely-clad anime girls and more traditional swimsuit models currently adorning the walls. "Ah. Yeah, bro, good call." Honestly you probably should have thought of that before but, uh, maybe you'd kind of internalized the hopelessness of it.\n\nBaz didn't say when he'd be sending the girls over, but it definitely sounded like after dark. You and Brett briefly discuss (and agree on) the Travis situation before trying to go about your day, you working out since you don't have a shift at the store and Brett continuing to work doing whatever it is remote IT guys do. But eventually you're both forced to admit that you're too full of nervous energy to really concentrate on anything, and Brett signs out for the day, the two of you taking down the posters (and any other similar decorations) before cleaning the house to within an inch of its life, then each of you taking turns cleaning up and getting dressed. There's a bit of agonizing over what to wear, before you eventually convince both yourself and Brett that as Baz said, these girls are just going to be looking to screw and probably won't care too much about what you're wearing, and both of you settle for clean, relatively new versions of what you usually wear, you with your tank and shorts, him with T-shirt and slacks. Then you spend the rest of the day basically just bouncing off the walls with nervous, excited energy, doing all you can to resist asking each other 'Are they here yet? Soon, you think?'\n\nLuckily you've both managed to calm down at least a little by the time evening sets in and the sky has gotten a bit dark, which is when the doorbell finally rings. You both clearly have to exert every ounce of self control not to run like mad to the door, but you get yourselves situated and then you reach out to open it and-\n\nHoly shit. Part of you didn't believe it until now, but... holy shit.\n\n"Hi!" the girl standing furthest on your left says, beaming. She's on the taller side, with gorgeous blonde hair pulled up in a pair of ponytails at the sides of her head, and big, gorgeous blue eyes, not to mention a fantastic body, built on the slender side but with full breasts and round hips, wearing her own little white tanktop and a red skirt. "Baz sent us!"\n\n"He told us the guys here would show us a really good time," the short, extremely stacked redhead standing on the blonde's right adds, giving her pigtail a little flick with her bright red nails, her own rather luscious body hugged by a tight white T-shirt with a martial arts tournament logo on it and tight little athletic shorts, her own slightly darker blue eyes sparkling.\n\n"Well actually he said you'd fuck our brains out," says the petite girl with platinum-colored hair in a long, curly pontail on the redhead's right, popping a bubble with her gum as she makes that even proclamation. Her own chest is small but perky, covered by a black tubetop and and very tight black shorts that hug her equally pert rear and slim hips, a punk-style jacket draping off her slender shoulders. "You guys are gonna fuck our brains out, right?"\n\n"We'll be very disappointed if we leave here with any brains left," the last of the four adds cheerfully, a very tall woman with bright blue(!) hair spilling down her back, an extremely tiny little loose white tanktop just barely managing to fall over her absolutely massive tits, and wearing a silver-sequined microskirt that definitely qualifies for the 'it's actually a belt' consideration.\n\nYou and Brett just look at each other, brains briefly gone blank. This... this can't possibly actually be happening, right?\n\n<hr>\n[[Dude! Go with it!|Jess2x4]]\n\n[[Last minute cold feet, bro.|Jess]]

Well, whatever. May as well see what happens. You are gonna just kinda... get ready to act like you don't know him and you were just standing here, if he manages to provoke a worse response than your own attempt did.\n\nIn any event, Baz moves a bit further down the sidewalk as the woman rounds the corner, her ponytail bouncing merrily with her steps. You can see her make a face at the sight of both you and a new stranger out on the sidewalk, and that she's probably thinking about whether to cross the street. But for whatever reason she continues her approach, and slows to a stop in front of Baz, and the two begin... chatting? At first the woman seems standoffish, keeping her distance and looking as dubious of him as she did of you. But almost immediately she seems to relax, and gradually steps closer, until she's practically standing right in front of him.\n\nYou're a little far away to tell but you could almost swear that her eyes go glassy for a moment and that she sways just a little in place, as if her knees had briefly gone jellied. But then she straightens up fully and smiles, and you watch with a slack jaw as Baz just casually reaches out and cups between her legs, firmly rubbing her pussy through the spandex. But what shocks you even more is that she steps in close and kisses him, grinding her body up against his, one of her own hands cupping the front of his sweatpants and very clearly squeezing his shaft through them.\n\nThe rather lewd embrace only lasts a second or two before they separate, and Baz turns and steps back over to you, the woman trotting along after him cheerfully. "Angela has decided that she is very much in the mood for intercourse," Baz declares in a pleased tone. "However, I have assured her that you will be as equally enjoyable partner as I, so please enjoy each other."\n\n"Hey," the woman... Angela, apparently... coos as she steps up to you, and before you can say anything has stepped up and put one arm around your neck as she kisses you just as enthusiastically as she did Baz. And like with Baz she cups the front of your shorts, rubbing and stroking your already half-hard cock to full mast through the material. In a bit of a daze you reach around, squeezing her ass in reflex more than anything else... oh fuck, it's even more perfect than you could have imagined.\n\nShe kisses you a bit longer than she did Baz, continuing to squeeze and rub your stiff dick gently through your shorts, before she pulls back and snags your hand, drawing you towards one of the larger nearby trees and then ducking around behind it, though it will in no way be actually able to thoroughly hide you both. You're about to point out that you have a perfectly usable house directly next to you (though you'd have to shoo Brett out of the bedroom) when she, without the slightest hint of hesitation or shame, peels down the waistband of her shorts and lifts one leg to peel them out, displaying what looks like a very recently-shaven pussy as she then lifts the other leg to pull the shorts off and drop them to the side, now displaying most of her very perfect body in the dappled sunshine and shade of the tree's canopy.\n\nNah here is fine.\n\nYou watch in continued amazement as she squats down in front of you, balanced on the tiptoes of her sneakers as she spreads her legs wide, though your view is now mostly obstructed by her still-covered tits. But you've no time to lament that as she undoes your shorts and quickly fishes out your cock, giving it a few quick strokes before just as quickly slipping her mouth over it. Those amazing blue eyes look up at your face, heated with lust and need as she starts bobbing her head in quick, smooth movements. One of her hands lightly grips around the very base of your prick while the other dips down between her legs, starting to stroke her own slit with faint, audible wet sounds as she sucks you off.\n\nYou shiver a little, both at the feel of her hot, wet mouth enclosed around your cock and eagerly sucking and tonguing at you, and at the breeze that brushes across your skin and rustles the leaves above. There's no one passing by on the street, at least that you can hear, but in the distance you can hear a lawnmower running and kids play-yelling, which reminds you that the neighborhood is very much alive and currently not separated from your lewd activities by anything more than the convenient positioning of a not overlarge tree. But Angela certainly doesn't seem bothered by that, all her attention on you as she pushes forward, her throat sliding over you like a tight, gripping sheath and almost making you cum then and there.\n\nBut you manage to hold out, doing your best to muffle your moans and occasionally do a quick check around to see if anyone's noticed you. But no sign of that, though it gets significantly harder to keep quiet as she slides you back out of her throat and then concentrates on just sucking half your shaft, while stroking the other half with her fingers in quick pumps. You can't hold out too long against what's obviously a deliberate attempt to milk you, and soon you're shuddering and spilling into her mouth, her tongue flick-curling against the underside of the head every time your cock twitches and shoots another heavy, pent-up blast of cum against the back of her throat.\n\nAngela pulls back after a moment, opening her mouth wide and jutting her tongue out to show her empty mouth, before she stands up and leans in again. You might normally be hesitant about kissing a girl that just sucked you off, but she doesn't give you time to be, just resuming kissing you as lewdly and deeply as before. You do definitely taste a faint salty hint, but you're too dazed with pleasure to really protest, especially as she wraps a hand around your still mostly-hard cock and starts stroking again.\n\nWell, whatever, you think faintly, putting all worries aside for the moment and just enjoying the ride. You tuck one hand between her legs, stroking your fingers over her wetness, honestly shocked at how hot it is, how uniquely slick, the way her pussylips slip and move under your fingertips. With the other hand you hook a thumb under her sports bra and pull it up, spilling her breasts free... oh god yes, they are just as big and perfect as you could have hoped. You cup one in your hand, feeling that perfect firm-softness yield under your squeezes, though you hold yourself back from just going to town. Instead you do your best to keep it gentle, rolling your hand and lightly stimming her nipple with your fingertip. You may be a bit of a dude, bro, but you know better on some things! ... You hope.\n\nThe two of you stay that way for what feels like a long time, especially with being so exposed, but eventually she pulls away... and proceeds to lay back on the lawn, smiling up at you expectantly as she tucks her hands under her knees and pulls her legs forward, presenting that hot, driipping pussy directly to you. You quickly take a moment to shimmy out of your shorts completely, and again, wanting to be a gentleman, you first kneel down with the soles of your feet practically against the tree and your legs bunched up so that you can eat her out. Your tongue flicks along her pussylips and dips along the cleft between them, and you soon find the hard little nub near the top and start lapping at it.\n\nShe definitely sounds like she appreciates it, being considerably less restrained with her moans than you were, but it's only a few moments before she whispers urgently, "I want your cock." Well... okay! You rise and move forward, positioning yourself with one hand, nudging your tip between those hot, slick lips, and then pushing forward as you lean in and rest your hands on either side of her head. 'Oh god, finally!' you can't help but think ecstatically at the heavenly feel of that slick, gripping pussy stretching around you and feeling like it's pulling you deeper in. Almost before you know it you're pumping your hips, falling into the same sort of practiced rhythm you'd use for an aerobics exercise, Angela moaning happily beneath you.\n\n'Risky sex in more ways than one,' you think in the back of your mind as you feel another breeze across your balls and hear the sound of a car going by on the street. But at this point that's ceased to be anything but a major turn-on... the potential of being caught mingled with the potential of knocking up someone who's effectively a stranger has you harder than you've ever been in your life. Angela's moaning things like "Yes, fuck me!" and "Ohhhh fucking <i>breed</i> me!" is certainly egging you on there, to the point that it's only having already gotten off once that lets you hold out as long as you do. But soon you thrust in deep and let out a long moan as you empty your balls for a second time, this time deep into Angela's perfect pussy, your whole body shuddering as hers bucks and twists and she makes the absolutely hottest little mewling noises you've ever heard in your life.\n\nAfter a moment, still feeling like you're in a bit of a daze, you sit up and then pull out of her, looking down and watching as a little trickle of white slips out of her slightly spread and very darkly-flushed pussy. But before much more can escape Angela reaches over and snags her shorts, pulling them mostly on from her laying-down position and then hauling them up the rest of the way as she stands. She doesn't bother to pull her sports bra down until she's already around the tree and heading back across the lawn.\n\nYou go scrambling for your own shorts and haul them into place, still doing them up as you hurry after her just in time to see her giving a friendly wave to the waiting Baz and resume her jog, albeit now with your cum no doubt steadily leaking out of her cunt and soaking into her shorts. You stare after her, remembering how that amazing-looking ass felt in your hands, before just looking at Baz.\n\n"A very enjoyable experience, yes?" Baz says cheerfully.\n\n"Ah... yeah. Very. But how did you-"\n\n"I am simply very convincing," he interjects, lifting his hands in a shrug. "It is really not that difficult to induce people to engage in copulative activities if you simply know how. And I am happy to use my skills in service of making a new friend!"\n\n"Yeah, well... thanks, bro," you say in a rush, grinning now. "That was fucking amazing, you're the best!"\n\n"It warms my organs for you to say so," Baz says happily, putting a hand (fairly low down) on his chest. "And it is, of course, a service I am happy to continue to provide in the name of our friendship! I am just about to venture to the downtown shopping area, where I will no doubt meet any number of attractive females. Would you perhaps like me to send some over to visit you this evening for further such endeavors?"\n\nYou take a few seconds to parse what he's saying before you splutter a little. "W-wait, dude, are you saying you could send over <i>multiple</i> girls? Like, without you even being here?!"\n\n"Certainly, the layout of this settlement is considerably easy to navigate, I am certain I could give them adequate instructions," Baz assures you cheerfully. "And I would of course like to assure your housemates of my goodwill as well, so I would like to be certain of sending adequate company for all."\n\n<hr>\n[[... Holy shit yes.|Jess2x2]]\n\n[[Uh... m-maybe not.|Jess]]

Well not <i>right</i> now. What are you, an idiot, you're gonna wave your hands and go 'ooga booga!' and make a monster right in the rows between the desks, and see if anyone transforms? ... Okay, admittedly, that might be one way to do it, but that's also just asking for you to be outed as an enemy and then probably offed within an episode or two. ... Day. Day or two. \n\nRather, you're going to introduce a monster into the class now. As soon as you make one, that is. You make a show of looking at your phone, then stand up. "Looks like the principal needs me for something. I will be <i>right</i> back, so at least try to keep it down so you don't attract another teacher while I'm gone."\n\nWith that you step out of the class, leaving them to their own devices for a bit... probably a bit of a no-no but, well, this isn't your real job anyway, is it? You quickly find an unoccupied classroom and close the door, actually bothering to check the windows and make sure no one's watching. Then you follow the instructions from the manual for creating a monster... focus your energy, and think of the traits you want it to have and its purpose. Okay, so it needs to look human, or at least as human as whatever monster you make can manage, it needs to be able to blend in with a bunch of high school girls, it needs to hopefully be able to make friends with said high school girls...\n\nYou have your eyes closed, but you can sort of... feel... the air flickering in front of you. It's outside of you but you can feel it shifting, coalescing. Starting to feel tired, you open your eyes, just in time to see some weird-colored smoke drifting away from the figure now standing in front of you, one arm across her body, the other hand raised to her multi-pierced ear in a cute little pose as she chirps, "Hello, Master~!"\n\n<img src="images/Yumi.jpg">\n\nShe's got long, platinum blonde hair, with a long thin arc of it curving up from the very center of the top of her head, the rest of it falling down her back and around her shoulders, showing off those ears with their multiple rings and studs and other decorations. Her face is pretty, with pale pink eyes and a slip of a nose, and a bit of fang visible as she smiles at you. (Hoo boy, is this really going to work?) She's wearing some version of a school uniform as well, albeit without a jacket, and with the blouse undone and black and red tie tugged down to show a generous amount of cleavage (and the collar with decorative lock around her neck). Her nails are painted black, and the black stockings sheathing her legs seem to have attached garters that go up beneath her skirt.\n\n"Sooooo I'm the infiltration-type youma you created, Master," she prompts, since you've just been standing there eyeing her for a few... totally with the intent of figuring out how good she's going to be at blending in, obviously. "Do you want me to get to work, orrrrr...?"\n\n"Right, right, yeah." Shaking your head a bit, you point at the door. "Alright, let's go back to class, and I'll tell them your name and that you're new."\n\n"... Oh right! A name would <i>totally</i> make infiltrating easier!" she chirps, thumping a fist down in her palm. \n\n... Maybe there's some sort of upper limit on intelligence for monsters and you've hit it with this one. Is this really gonna work? ... Eh. She seems sweet enough, that will probably make the Magi-Cheers overlook any rough spots. From your understanding, magical girls find acting like a bitch more suspicious than little things like fangs, albinism, and a complete lack of understanding of how humans work. (Because clearly no teenage girl was ever condescending and rude without being a green soul-sucking alien in disguise.) Sighing, you say, "Yeah, yeah it would. So okay, let's see..." You rub your chin, looking at her again. (Totally not staring at her boobs. Though those are really nice boobs for a high schooler. You hope they don't push the magical girls away due to envy.) Let's see... 'infiltration youma'... youma... youmo... youme... ... Yumi? Kinda Japanese but maybe everyone will assume her parents are weebs. "Okay, your name will be Yumi," you tell her before turning and heading for the door.\n\n"Got it, Master!" she says cheerfully before trotting after you.\n\n"Don't call me Master in front of other people, it should be Mister Miller."\n\n"Got it, Master Miller!"\n\n... What are you, Solid Snake's martial arts instructor? Ah well, you said 'in front of other people' and the two of you are alone right now, hopefully she'll remember when it counts. You lead her back to the classroom, clearing your throat to tone down the chattering, though most of the attention quickly turns to the new girl. "Alright everyone, this is a new student, Yumi-" Shit, you forgot a last name too. "... Minster." Yeah okay maybe she's sort of dim because you can't make anything smarter than yourself, maybe that's it. "She just transferred in from another school, so she hasn't had time to get a uniform yet. Yumi, take a seat... over there." Because there just so happens to be exactly one empty desk, of course.\n\nFor the rest of the class you carry on as normal, though half trying to keep an eye/ear on Yumi the entire time. She seems to be doing a good job of acting normal, or at least any stares directed in her direction are either at her ears or her chest, rather than with looks of 'Holy shit this is clearly some sort of weird energy being here to lure us to our deaths', so that's nice. During a lull in class you text Agamemnon and have him and the other Dark Great Kings hack into the school and add Yumi Minster to the registry, so that at least by the time class ends she has a next class to go to. You do spend most of the rest of the day worrying you'll start hearing explosions or something from another part of the building, but it passes in relative peace, other than a few girls making semi-obvious passes at you that probably have something to do with the amount of red ink on their homework assignments.\n\nEventually final bell rings and your class quickly files out, with you shooing the one or two that want to linger. (Admittedly at this point it's more because you've got other things on your mind and need to keep a low profile than any moral qualms.) About ten minutes after the class clears out, Yumi walks in with a wave. "Yoohoo~, Master~!"\n\n"Hey, did you figure out who the Magi-Cheers are?" you ask, looking up from putting papers away.\n\nShe stares at you for a second before her pink eyes widen. "Ohhhhh, is <i>that</i> what I'm supposed to do?!"\n\nYou slap a hand to your forehead and drag it down your face. This idi-... wait, no, you never actually told her what her assignment was, the 'this idiot' is you. Sighing, you nod. "Yeah, your assignment with infiltrating this school is to find out who the Magi-Cheer Five are. They're magical girls... see?" you note, pulling up a picture on your phone to show her.\n\n"You got it, Master!" she declares, giving you a jaunty salute. "Starting from tomorrow I'll definitely figure out the Magi-Cheer Five's identities! But, uh..." She lowers her hand. "What do I do now?"\n\n"What do you mean? We just went over that," you say with a sigh.\n\n"No I mean, what do I do <i>right</i> now? School's over, so I can't really infiltrate classes anymore, Master."\n\nHuh. Okay, you never really thought about what monsters of the week must do when they're not on camera terrorizing mob characters and battling the heroes. Usually they get defeated shortly after they show up on screen, but Yumi's not the typical monster of the week, is she? \n\n<hr>\n[[You don't care.|DarkMike]]\n\n[[She should stay in the school.|DarkMike]]\n\n[[She'll come home with you.|DarkMike]]

The most basic of the basics for an evil general going up against magical girls is summoning monsters, right? Of course, here your goal isn't necessarily to defeat them, but to cause them to reveal themselves. To that end, choosing where and when to introduce a monster is key, since it will help you figure out who's possibly a member of Magi-Cheer and who's just a hapless mob character.\n\nTo that end, you'll summon a monster...\n\n<hr>\n[[... in the pool during swim class.|DarkMike]]\n\n[[... in the halls during lunch.|DarkMike]]\n\n[[... in a locker after school.|DarkMike]]\n\n[[... in the classroom right now.|DarkMike2x2]]

The chick with the twintails seemed to be speaking for all of them when she said 'Names are a buzzkill'. Which means that the anonymous sex is probably supposed to be <i>anonymous</i> sex... even if it is her probably best to avoid approaching her again outside of a, uh, venue of that nature. ... Besides, you have no idea if actually having had sex with her means that you're over your problem with talking to women that way (at least with her), and it just seems like it really would be a buzzkill to find out that you're not. You're having a great day in the afterglow of last night, best not to ruin it.\n\nYou veer away and head back to the front, spending your shift largely on autopilot... you've had variations on this job since you were a teenager and, once you seemingly settled in at the sporting goods store, you could do it in your sleep. (And have done, at least once.) There are days when the idea that you really ought to be thinking ahead and wondering if you're still going to be working customer-facing retail when you're fifty briefly crosses your mind, but you usually just have another energy drink and that goes away. Today you can't really think about how last night was the best night of anyone in the world's life, and wondering if it's going to happen again.\n\nYou finish up your shift and head home, still in a slightly dreamy haze, but stop as you notice Travis out in the yard messing with something that looks like it used to be one of those satellite minidishes before he got ahold of it. Looks like he's rewired it and stuck some stuff on it, and is working on setting it up on a pole. Your two immediate reactions are 1) guilt, oh shit, you're gonna feel so bad once you tell him what he missed last night, even if you had his best interests in mind, and 2) ah fuck the landlady might be pissed.\n\nOf course Travis's first words once you get out of the car are, "It's okay, I asked her first."\n\n"Oh. Well that's cool then bro. What is it?" you ask as you walk over.\n\n"Well it's sort of like a... extra credit?... project I've been working on for work," Travis says as he straightens up and dusts off the very official-looking coveralls he donned for this basic task. "Kind of to show the bosses what I can do. I've modified this to search for signals originating in the various layers of Earth orbit that don't conform to any known variety of Earth signal or programming architecture. See, since even top secret signals and codes still work on the same general principles as all the rest of it, this won't even pick up those, but it <i>will</i> pick up on anything that's not at all like what we have on Earth, so-"\n\nIt's apparently at this point he realizes your eyes have glazed over, and he gives you a slightly flat look before he says, "It's a better way to look for aliens visiting this planet."\n\n"Oh. Cool."\n\n"... And it will pick up DirecTV for free. When there are zero clouds in the sky. Like regular DirecTV."\n\n"Oh! Cool!"\n\nTravis heads back inside, looking a little frustrated for some reason, so you decide to just not tell him about what happened last night. Brett can tell him if he wants. You also meant to ask him how his date(question mark) was at the Jelly Donut movie but forgot, you'll have to do that at dinner.\n\n"What a surprisingly ingenious device."\n\n"Whoa!" you blurt, jumping and whirling a bit, seeing that Baz is standing practically beside you eyeing Travis's contraption. "Dude!"\n\n"Apologies, I did not intend to trigger your prey instinct," Baz says, making a calming motion with his hands, before looking at the modified dish again. "This would certainly be capable of detecting visitors to this world, albeit in a relatively narrow range. Of course anyone capable of such travel would be capable of realizing a signal had been intercepted. I highly advise your friend via advice to you that he not go out after the primary star's descent, lest he potentially be noticed."\n\n<hr>\n[[Er... you'll be sure to tell him.|Jess]]\n\n[[... Yeah, whatever.|Jess]]

You decide to take the janitorial position. You've done lots of that sort of work over the years, it's like putting on a comfortable old shoe, and then mopping up the shoeprints it leaves behind on clean linoleum. Heck, you even have the standard issue temp agency red jumpsuit they give their people for janitorial jobs already in the closet, so that'll save you from having to go and pick up the uniform.\n\nYou show up at the Boobonic Institute prepared for a day of orientation, but after you knock on the door a short man with thinning, wild white hair, attired in such a stereotypical labcoat and high-collared shirt that you start to wonder if somebody's putting you on. "Uh, hi, the temp agency sent me, I'm Mike." Seeing his suspicious stare of incredulity, you add, "The janitor?"\n\n"Oh. Oh yes." He lets out an audible 'harrumph'... seriously, he actually says "Harrumph!" under his breath... before stepping back and waving you inside. "Well, get in here, then, and start mopping. The floors are filthy."\n\n"Uh, sure, you got it," you reply, stepping into the dim interior, squinting a bit at what looks like a bunch of tables and random equipment scattered around, along with an oversized TV screen on one wall. It looks more like some science nerd's basement than a proper scientific institute. "But you kind of have to provide your own materials, Doctor...?"\n\n"Canny," he grumps, before huffing in annoyance and calling out, "Frankie!"\n\n"Coming, Doc!" chirps a cheerful female voice, a rather odd sound coming from the hallway off to one side. As the owner of the voice comes into view, you realize that the noise was unfamiliar because you've never seen someone with a chest so big that it jiggles audibly. Your jaw drops as you stare at the oncoming woman, who's wearing some sort of bland green bodysuit that must have had a family-sized camping tent's worth of extra fabric sewn to the chest to accommodate her tits. Each one is bigger than her torso, and wobbles and bounces energetically with every step. You'd think someone with that much mass would be unable to move, but she doesn't seem bothered in the slightest.\n\n"Frankie, this is our new janitor. Janitor, this is The Internet's Frankie."\n\n"Howdy, janitor, nice to meetcha!" Frankie replies, reaching up and giving her ballcap a tip, showing off the little cow horns sewn to the sides.\n\n"Um. Yeah. Nice to... you too. And, uh, it's Mike."\n\n"Show Janitor where the cleaning supplies are, Frankie," Dr. Canny grumbles.\n\n"Oh, yeah, you probably need to mop the floors, huh? They're always such a huge mess, no idea why," Frankie muses, wheeling around and apparently not noticing as her breasts sweep everything off of a tabletop and send it smashing to the floor, brightly-colored fluids spreading across the linoleum as she jiggles away. Giving the mess a bemused glance, you follow along after her, taking in the scruffy brown hair and her rather nice ass now that her breasts aren't quite as in-your-face, though you can still see almost as much of them even with her being turned away. She shows you down the hallway to a fairly typical supply closet door, having to step sideways so she can open it without her chest getting in the way. "Here y'go! Need anything else...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yeah, you need to know what's up with those tits!|MikeMSTPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Well, is there anything dangerous you should avoid?|MikeMSTPlaceholder]]\n\n[[No, just get to work.|MikeMST1x1]]

*<b>Main</b> Jamie can [[decline|QOKevScheme10x4]] the oddly charismatic man when selling chocolate.\n-Update 2-\n* More of Jamie and Freya.

Or rather, feminizing, sissifying, whatever you want to call it. Smirking down at him, you say, "You know what, I think before we continue this, you should go take a shower. One of my old girlfriends left some stuff in pink bottles... make sure you use plenty of all of it."\n\n"... Okay," he murmurs, squirming but getting to his feet and heading into the bathroom.\n\nWhile he does, you gather up some of the other left behind things from your girlfriend (or, well, "girl"friend), laying them out and getting them ready. Eventually the boy emerges from the bathroom, still a bit damp but now looking a bit less pale, and smelling heavily of cherry blossoms, lavender, and other floral, feminine scents. He blanches a little at the sight of the lingerie laid out on the bed, but at your stern look meekly walks over and starts allowing you to dress him. He bites his lower lip as you slip the powder blue garter belt on and then run your hands along his legs to sheath them in the matching stockings. A few times you notice his cock twitching a bit as if it were going to get hard at the stimulation, but apparently the sight of your own still hard cock and what it obviously portends for him keeps him from getting stiff himself. He looks almost confused at the flat-cupped bra you help him get into, obviously starting to wonder if these were ever meant to fit a girl, but then gets distracted as you pick up bits of the makeup next to him, applying a particularly whorish coating of rouge and bright crimson lipstick.\n\n"Theeere we go, what a pretty girl you are," you coo at him, seeing him blush in humiliation even as you urge him back to his knees. Though his face shows the same reluctance as before, there's far less hesitation or resistance as he opens his mouth and slides his now scarlet-painted lips over your cock again. The makeup leaves some smears on your cock (as it was partly designed to) but remains nice and shiny on his lips as he sucks you. "You're learning fast, soon you're going to be an expert cocksucker, cute stuff," you assure him as his tongue works over the underside of your cock, making him blush and squirm even worse.\n\nBut this time you only have him suck you for a few minutes before ordering him onto the bed. He trembles in a frankly girlish way as he crawls up onto the matress, limp cock swaying between his slender, stocking-clad thighs as he follows your instructions to lay down. "Now, spread and lift your legs like the slut you are, show me that pussy," you order him, smirking as he looks away shamefacedly and hesitantly takes hold of his own legs behind the knee, pulling them towards himself and apart, baring his puckered asshole to you.\n\nYou make a bit of a show of dousing your fingers in lube, catching his eye and letting him watch them get dripping and glistening before you climb up onto the bed. He whimpers softly as you push your index finger into his ass, slowly pumping it in and out, using a motion you'd bet he's seen in porn videos when men were fingering women, letting him be absolutely sure of what his role is now. He gasps loudly as you add a second finger, his hips bucking a bit and cock involuntarily starting to harden as the pleasure overwhelms his sexuality for the moment, the simple physical sensations making his young prick grow thicker and stiffer as your fingers slowly pump and twist inside of him, smearing the lube all over the inside of his tight virgin hole.\n\nBut then you slide your fingers out of him, and move into position, and when he cries out as you push your cock into him his cock quickly goes soft again at the realization that he's being fucked by a man. "First time, huh?" you taunt him in a sensual voice as you keep sinking your prick into his slick little hole, enjoying the sound of his whimpers and his flushed face. "You realize that makes you a woman, right? A woman with a nice, wet pussy for real men to stick their cocks in," you continue as you slowly start to pump in and out, making him cry out again at the sensation of actually, really being fucked, having another male's throbbing prick stroking into his ass. "Mmm, your cunt feels really nice too, baby, and once it's taken a few more cocks it'll be soft and wet and ready all the time."\n\nThe truth of that aside, the constant references to his ass as a pussy and that he's going to be getting fucked by other men definitely seem to be doing the job, keeping him limp-dicked and embarrassed and writhing underneath you. You slide your hands along his belly and up to toy with his nipples through the lace of the bra, teasing them into stiffness. "How do your tits feel, baby?" you tease him as you pick up the motion of your hips a bit, your balls slapping against his skin. "Do you like me playing with your tits while I fuck your pussy?"\n\n"Nnh-nnh-nnh, ahhhh!" he squeals, shuddering and squeezing his eyes closed. You're pretty sure that you're really sinking these concepts into his brain, because even the noises he's making are starting to sound more girlish and feminine, probably without him even realizing. \n\n'I'm going to have a lot of fun turning you into a proper little bitch,' you think smugly, even as you thrust in and fill him with your load, hearing him cry out loudly and shudder all over as he feels the heat and wetness of your cum sliding deep inside his hot, slick hole.\n\n"You know, I don't think I ever got your name," you note dryly as you pull out of him... and immediately grab him by the hips and flip him over, hauling him back into a face-down-ass-up position before pushing right back into his freshly cum-smeared ass, making him mewl softly. "But that's fine, from now on I'm just going to call you Tiffani. That's a good bimbo-ish name for a slutty little girl like you, and you better answer to it from now on."\n\n"N-noooo," he tries to whimper as your balls slap against his, his limp dick swaying and wobbling with the impacts of your hips against his ass.\n\nYou deliver a good, firm smack to his ass to make him squeal, then grab a fistful of his hair and haul his head up, so that he can see his smeared lipstick and rouged cheeks in the mirror on the wall behind your bed, see his face all flushed beneath them, see you pounding into him from behind. "What's your name, you slutty little girl?"\n\n"Nnnh, nnnnh, nnhhho," he tries to resist, even as his eyes roll a little and he lets out a particularly feminine yip at you spanking him again.\n\n"What is it, what's your name, bitch?"\n\n"... T-... T-..." he pants, with you apparently fucking him so hard he's having trouble catching his breath, but finally, after several more good, hard spanks, as you thrust deep into his ass and cum in him again he lets out a wail of "Tiffaniiiiiii!"\n\nSmirking, you pull out of him, letting him slump back as he is, ass still in the air, body twitching as cum dribbles from his slightly gaped asshole down his taint and over his balls. You wouldn't be surprised if he actually came from his ass at some point, which should serve well to further make him feel like a slutty girl. Once he pulls himself together, it's to find you tossing the matching pair of panties to the lingerie set he's wearing onto the bed. He does a quick look around, but when he can't spot his underwear anywhere he slumps his head and apparently accepts it, slipping the panties on and pulling them up, squirming as cum quickly starts soaking into the back and plastering them against his ass. At your gesture he starts redressing, pulling on his clothes over the girlish lingerie. You can tell from how he squirms that he must be constantly aware of them, as he rubs his upper arm. "S-so, um, we're done, right?"\n\n"Oh no, Tiffani, not by a long shot." At his startled look, you hold up your phone. "Between your vandalism and the video of all this that I assume you don't want getting out to all your friends, we're going to be seeing a lot of each other. Any time I call or text you, you'd better be ready to obey. Understood?"\n\nHe opens and closes his mouth several times... then slumps his head and shoulders, letting out a defeated, "Yes."\n\nYou'll have to work on that, you decide. For now, you show him back downstairs and then shoo him out the door, giving him one last slap on the ass as he scrambles through. 'Bet he doesn't even remember he's still got the makeup on,' you think smugly as you close the door after him.\n\nAh, a brand new toy to play with, shape, and grow! What fun you'll have! You're already starting to plot out the fun you'll have, with-\n\n<hr>\n[[-controlling how he dresses.|BuddyPunks]]\n\n[[-having him take as many cocks as possible.|BuddyPunks]]\n\n[[-giving him injections.|BuddyPunks]]

"So, that bonus disc you threw in... ah, thanks for that, by the way," you add with a grin of your own, her eyes sparkling in response. "I guess I kind of figured you might know who actually made that? Like the clips themselves...?"\n\n"Mmmm," she says in a vaguely hedging way, but she hasn't stopped grinning. "I guess anything's possible," she declares airily, wagging a hand back and forth briefly.\n\n"Well basically, I want to... you know... audition?" you venture, since that seems like the right word.\n\n"That would certainly be a bit of a jump, moving from not-quite-a-stripper who was practicing for boywhoredom to underground porn star," she notes wryly, waggling her eyebrows. "But I guess I can see the appeal. Live in an apartment?"\n\n"Ah, yeah..."\n\n"Then that would certainly make other methods of, say, particular activities difficult. Unless of course you were doing it with someone else's 'equipment', as it were," she notes, waggling her eyebrows again. "I get it, I get it. Hm... well, tell you what, go hang out at the little arcade that's down the street and one over. Theoretically, someone who could give you more information might show up there."\n\nWow, clandestine. And kind of extra exciting, if you're honest. You nod eagerly, then turn and trot off, resisting the urge to run. The place isn't very hard to find... it's not one of those massive entertainment complexes like in more affluent parts of the city, just a slightly larger than usual area in a strip mall with a few rows of cabinets and a counter for ordering pizza. You head inside and, after a few moments of peering around the largely deserted and dimly-lit area, shrug and head to the change machine to get some quarters. You figure you'll exhaust a ten and then call it good on having given this idea your best try.\n\nYou're partway through said ten (the old TMNT arcade game is merciless as usual) when someone steps up to the console with you, albeit even closer than using the player two controls would provide. Even back when you were a straight guy you'd have had to admit this dude's hot... he's got sort of silky dark blonde hair, dark eyes, a lean face that's somehow enhanced by slim little ultramodern glasses, and an expensive-looking white silk shirt with the collar unbuttoned and immaculate black slacks. Yesterday you might have been tempted to let him hit it, after basically finding out you like guys. Today... eh, he's not a dog. But still.\n\n"Would you be the one interested in becoming an actor?" he asks breezily, though one corner of his mouth quirks up. "Or maybe actress?"\n\n"Um." Your cheeks color a little. You guess 'actress' might be more fitting for a bitch. You reflexively glance around a little, then murmur, "Yeees?"\n\n"Well from the description I was given you were the only one in here who might fit it. Hm." He steps back just a little and looks you up and down, then grins. "Just to prove yourself a bit... show me what we'd be working with. No, right here," he adds as you reflexively glance at the bathroom.\n\n"R-really?" you murmur, your cheeks coloring again. "Right here?" You glance around a bit again... there's in no way a crowd, but there's a couple of young teens playing hookey further down the aisle, and the cabinet's not very far from the window, which while tinted is still fairly easy to see in.\n\n"Considering what you want to do, you can't exactly be shy," he points out in a reasonable tone.\n\nWell... you guess he has a point there. You nibble your lip a bit more, then turn towards him and lean back against the arcade cabinet's console a bit. You slip your thumbs into the waistband of your shorts and panties, then push them down slowly. Your now mostly-hard cock springs free, wobbling a bit at a low arch as you push the shorts down your hips, feeling the arcade's cranked-up AC brush against your crotch and hairless balls. Still biting your lower lip, you look up at him as he just watches, after a second giving your hips a little wiggle as if asking for his approval. He makes a low 'mmmm' sound, and then gestures for you to turn around. You do, leaning forward a bit over the console now and, obeying some silent but clear command, reach back and spread your asscheeks, displaying your pucker to him, while glancing back and forth between the window and the oblivious other players further down.\n\nHe steps closer, and despite your new attraction you do shiver as you feel his fingers brush your thigh... before he tugs your panties back up into place, followed by your shorts. "Very cute. Used a canine dildo all of once, maybe? Last night, I bet?"\n\n"Y-yeah," you admit as you turn back around, blush still firmly in place. Then, managing a little smile that even you can tell is just a bit bratty, say, "Guess you could bill me as a first-timer, huh?"\n\n"Definitely very attractive," he murmurs, grinning as he cups your chin and nudges it up. "Hm. Alright. Did you have any other plans tonight...?"\n\n"I'm, um, supposed to work the night shift at Femboy Shorties," you admit. "All weekend, actually."\n\n"Mm. From what I've heard, you could hardly be billed as a first-timer after <i>that</i>," he notes dryly. "It can be a very lucrative thing to work there, I hear, especially on those anything-goes nights... but uneven. You're always going to be relying on the fickle generosity of the customers. Meanwhile we pay very well, per film, and there's always some work to do. We could still talk again after the weekend, but if you want that big 'first time' bonus, there's only one chance at it."\n\nOh. Hm. Well. Sounds like you have a choice between bailing on what you told Jayjay you'd do, and getting a really good payday right off the bat in a new, ahem, profession. On the one hand, it's not like you'd have to give up actually doing the porn if you worked the shift, and the tip money <i>is</i> good, and it would be nice to have Femboy Shorties to fall back on to work a shift here and there if you or they needed it. On the other hand, fuuuuck you wanna get banged by a dog now now <i>now</i>! Ahem... also you've only known Jayjay for like a couple of days and you're not even off being a temp worker yet, it's not like you're ditching out on someone you have a longstanding and firm working relationship with.\n\n"My name's Justin, by the way," the guy prompts, derailing your thoughts briefly as he smiles and slides his hand to your shoulder instead. "And we can head to the studio right now. If you want."\n\n"Ah," you murmur, still trying to decide.\n\n<hr>\n[[Ditch the shift at Femboy Shorties.|MikeFB]]\n\n[[Keep your commitment.|MikeFBH]]

"So, whatever I say, huh?" you repeat aloud, eyeing him.\n\nThe boy swallows, then nods slowly. "... Yeah."\n\n"Alright then. Let's go upstairs and see you prove that. Go on," you add, giving him a light shove to send him towards the stairs ahead of you. His footfalls are heavy and a bit hesitant, since he obviously knows where this is heading, but that just makes it a little bit better for you as you follow along after, nudging him towards your bedroom door as you do.\n\nInside, you move to the end of the bed and have a seat, quickly peeling out of your clothes as if it were no matter to you and you did this every day. You can see him staring with trepidation at your half-hard cock, especially as you wrap a hand around it and start stroking lightly. "Well, go ahead, strip down and then get over here on your knees," you declare, also casually.\n\nHe hesitates for a few seconds, but then meekly shrugs out of his jacket and pulls his shirt off. He's pale enough that it looks like he probably didn't need that much makeup to pull off the vampire look. He hesitates again briefly when he brings his hands to the front of his pants, but finally undoes them, shoving both them and his underwear down and stepping out of them and his boots at the same time, stepping a bit to the side and straightening up, limp cock and balls giving a tiny shimmy with his motions. He slowly makes his way over to you, almost flinching a bit as you spread your legs, but settles to his knees between them. He twitches a bit as you put a hand to the back of his head and lightly urge him in closer, bringing his face in close to the underside of your now fully hard shaft.\n\n"Go on, then, start licking," you order.\n\nHis nose scrunches up, but after another second he slips his tongue out and starts stroking it in tentative licks over your cock. It's not exactly the most skillful attention in the world, but the fact that he's doing it at all amuses you... as does the fact you can see his tongue poking out from between the press-on fangs, which is pretty cute. "Here, work the balls too," you urge evenly, nudging his head down to press his mouth against your sack, the tip of his nose rubbing on your cock. "C'mon, open your mouth, theeeere you go... get that tongue moving, work it in a circle," you continue to direct, firming your grip in his hair a bit as he reluctantly obeys. "Now get one in your mouth. Go on, suck it in," you urge as he hesitates again, then give a low 'mmm' as he obeys, sucking one of your balls past his lips and working it with his tongue. "Theeere you go." \n\nYou give him a good ten minutes of tongue-washing your balls before you tug him back up to spend some more time on your shaft. But it's not long before you guide him up further, and his eyes widen as it becomes obvious what you mean to do... still, he obediently opens his mouth and lets you guide it down over your cock, the teen giving a few 'mmf' noises as you push your prick past his lips. "C'mon, relax," you urge, smirking down at him as he wiggles in front of you. "This entire thing is going down your throat, so you may as well make it as easy as possible." You can see him jerk a little bit at your statement, but apparently he resigns himself to it since he does relax a little and start moving with the guidance of your hand as you bob his head over your cock, pushing a bit more in each time. "There we go, that's the throat," you murmur as he quags, and push him a bit further down until you can feel the tightness spreading around you. "Theeeere we go, now you've properly got a dick in your throat," you say with a chuckle as you start lightly facefucking him, the boy still giving off low 'mmf!' and 'mmn!' noises as you do, wriggling around between your legs and clenching fistfuls of the sheets to either side of your hips.\n\nAs you continue to thrust into his face, you gradually move up onto your feet until you're standing, using the bed behind you as a bit of a brace to lean forward into him. The boy's hands come up to grip your hips almost reflexively, and you have a better view of his body from this angle too, seeing his still-limp cock jiggling a little with your motions of thrusting against his body, your balls slapping his chin. You make sure to take your time, giving him a good, long, thorough throat-fucking, before you finally let out a groan and pull out, quickly ordering him "Mouth open, tongue out" as you reach down and start stroking yourself. He obeys, despite a certain wild 'wait no' look in his eyes that says he's seen enough porn to know what's coming. And then you let out another long moan as your cock twitches in your hand, spurting the first long streamer of creamy cum across his face, forcing him to quickly close one eye. The following ones, though, do mostly go right across that stuck-out tongue and into his mouth, making him squirm again as your jizz coats his tongue in and the inside of his mouth. "Swallow," you murmur, watching as he hesitates before slowly closing his lips, throat visibly working a few times. Without being urged, he opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue again, showing you that your cum is gone.\n\nNow this... was a very good start. Now to move on to...\n\n<hr>\n[[... a pump and dump.|BuddyPunks]]\n\n[[... getting him to submit to pleasure.|BuddyPunks]]\n\n[[... emasculating him.|BuddyPunks6x2]]\n\n[[... his turn.|BuddyPunks]]

You are a creature of elegance and majesty, after all, why not act it? You saunter over, giving her a bit of space to finish getting her glass of punch and stand, then give her a winning smile as she sees you. "Good evening."\n\n"Oh, hi!" She smiles back at you, blue eyes twinkling a bit. "How's it going?"\n\n"Quite well, actually. My night got off to a rather surprising start, but it's turned out rather lovely," you reply.\n\n"That's good. Surprising start, huh? Didn't exactly get forewarned what your costume would be ahead of time?" she says in a slightly sheepish tone, jutting one hip out to the side. "Yeah, same, I just got sent mine and was like 'Welp, there it is!' I guess my name's Anne, tonight," she adds, offering you a gloved hand.\n\n"And I suppose mine is Mai," you say, taking her hand, then leaning down a bit and bringing it up as well to kiss her knuckles.\n\nAnne looks like she's torn between giggling at the cheesiness and actually being a bit impressed, her cheeks going a bit pink as she looks down. Her blush deepens as she takes in your proportions... including the bulge beneath the front flap of your loincloth. "So, uh, you've been enjoying the party, huh?" she says, unable to keep her eyes from darting to your lower half as she does.\n\nSmiling, you say, "I have. I made an absolutely lovely acquisition in one of the special gachas they're running." You pause just a beat before inclining your head slightly. "Would you like to see?"\n\n"Uh... I mean..." You can see her tongue dart over her lips as her eyes flick down towards the sheer size of your cock, and wander back up to your face via a brief stopover staring at your tits, before she goes pink in the cheeks again as she says, "Ah... s-sure, okay."\n\n"Let's find somewhere nice and private," you urge, stepping over and slipping your arm around her middle. Still blushing, she nods and follows along with you, her arm slipping around you in turn, though despite her blush she starts getting a bit bold as well, her gloved hand running up and down your bare hip. By the time the two of you find a private room (rather obviously one of many set up for just such activities), she's graduated to having slipped her hand underneath the front flap of your outfit to gently rub and knead your breast, your own hand squeezing her pert ass through the red leather. Only once the door is closed do you step away, your scant outfit requiring just a few tugs to send it dropping to the floor and leaving you completely nude.\n\n"Holy shit, it's gold," Anne breathes as she stares at you, her eyes rather obviously drawn to your massive, majestic member, her lips parted as she breathes faster and her eyes glaze over a little bit. "You're, uh... wow, you're... ... not even sure I have words."\n\n"I'll take that as a compliment," you reply breezily, giving her a smile. "You're very beautiful yourself, and since we're having a look. I'd offer to help, but I'm not sure which zipper to start with," you add with gentle good humored teasing.\n\n"O-oh! Right, sure!" Blushing again, Anne nevertheless undoes several of the zippers and wiggles her way out of the red leather bodysuit, allowing it to drop to the floor as she works her feet out of the heels. She is truly gorgeous, you think as you look over her... an almost impossibly perfect blend of slender and curvy, a beautiful mixture of sleek and round that is pleasing to the senses. She blushes again at your obviously appreciative gaze... then grins rather impishly and tugs her mask back down and on. "Guess I should leave at least a little of the costume on, even if it's safe to take it all off in the castle. Got to protect my identity as a Phantom Thief, after all."\n\n"If you like," you say with a light laugh, since it does make her look a bit more wicked, standing naked save for that feline half-mask.\n\nSoon the two of you have settled on the bed, Anne pressed up against your side, one of her perky, fairly full breasts pressed into one of your large ones as she kisses you, her tongue twining around yours, rolling through your mouth as the two of you make out. Your hand runs up and down her side, alternately stroking her hip and ass and wandering back up to toy with her other breast, gently teasing and pinching the nipple, while her own hand mostly pays attention to your now stiff equine member, her pretty, delicate fingers stroking almost worshipfully up and down it. Occasionally it wanders down to squeeze and heft your balls, or even beneath them to toy with your wet pussy hidden beneath.\n\nIt's a good half hour of kissing and making out later when Anne draws back and gives a breathless giggle. "These... are waaay bigger than when we started," she practically purrs as she hefts one of your balls in her hand. "Guessing they wanna be emptied, huh?"\n\n"It will be quite a volume, I think," you murmur back in half warning and half promise, seeing her eyes flash delightedly as she slides off the bed and sinks down to her knees in front of you.\n\n"Mmm, I kinda... wanna see it," she murmurs, blue eyes staying on your face as she leans in to start kissing and licking at your shaft, the gaze coming from behind that mask making it all the more enticing. "And I also kinda am almost tempted to spend a lot longer getting you all worked up to see what you're like when you can't hold back anymore." \n\nTo that you say nothing, just letting out a soft moan as she leans down a bit to start nuzzling your hefty, dark gold sack, her tongue stroking against the butter-smooth flesh as both her hands work your shaft. She continues to lick, kiss, and suck gently at both your balls and your shaft, clearly indulging herself for long minutes, before she draws it down. "I... really want it down my throat," she murmurs. "But it's sooooo fuckin' big..."\n\n"I was assured it would fit in anywhere," you note rather breathlessly, panting down at her, your tits heaving with each breath.\n\n"Yeah?" she says back, her voice full of warm need. She leans forward, rolling her tongue in a wide circle around the bulge in front of the flare, kissing right at the wide cum-hole at the tip, before sliding her lips over it. She just keeps moving forward, obviously both surprised and delighted at how easy it is to take you when she tries, even as her jaw seemingly stretches and her pretty, slender throat starts bulging out with the massive flare of your cockhead as she slides further and further down. You can see her squirming, even see some drops of arousal from her pussy hit the floor as she finds how she can swallow you down with the merest effort despite how obscenely you bulge up her throat, the outline of your cock visible in her tits and then even in her stomach as she goes all the way down, until her chin is resting on your balls and her nose on your crotch, those blue eyes gazing up at you adoringly from behind her mask as she holds herself there for a moment.\n\n<hr>\n[[Control yourself and let her keep it up.|BuddyFHP]]\n\n[[Grab her and facefuck her with all your might.|BuddyFHP]]

"Well, any good bondage outfit starts with a collar, right?" you declare cheerfully as you walk over to an entire wall displaying numerous types of collars, ranging from obviously expensive diamond-encrused ones inside display cases to large bins of what are obviously actual leather dog collars.\n\n"Oh, collars, huh?" Laura grins, though you can tell it's still with embarrassment, her cheeks and ears bright pink. "Yeah, I guess that tracks... that's kind of the basics of the basics of a BDSM outfit. I mean, as far as I know."\n\n"It does seem the place to start," Ayako allows, smiling through her own blush as she looks around at the display, seeming delighted at some of the options despite herself. "Though, um, I assume we won't be wearing <i>just</i> collars, yes? ... Right? What else will we be wearing?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Tails.|BudBless]]\n\n[[Tattoos.|BudBless]]\n\n[[Tags.|BudBless]]

Oh why not? All the trespassing and mischief the two of you have perpetrated tonight has been a blast, and Hera hasn't given any indication of doing something permanent or destructive like smashing headstones. Grinning, you nod. "Let's do it."\n\nLaughing delightedly, Hera gives a particularly nimble leap upward and hauls herself with surprising ease onto the ledge, reaching down to offer you a hand. With her help you get up onto the ledge as well, both of you carefully stepping over the iron spikes before leaping down on the other side of the wall, rolling with the impact. Luckily it looks like there's no graves close enough to the wall for you to go rolling over them in the process, the two of you proceeding into the moonlit cemetery with quieted footfalls.\n\n"There's a particular grave you've got to see," Hera whispers to you. "It's a local legend and everyone usually gets around to seeing it at some point, usually on Halloween. But I think this is a much better way to see it... alone, at the Witching Hour," she declares with whispered excitement, reaching back to grab your hand and lead you along. Your own blood is still pumping hard, making your body feel hot and flushed, so her calm hand feels nice and cool as she shows you the way.\n\nIt's pretty easy to see which one she must mean as you get closer. It's a large statue on a pedestal, but unlike the typical angels and saints, this one is obviously of a demon. A large one with goat's legs and horns and wide-spread wings, even holding a pitchfork in one hand. You blush a bit more as you realize it's also got a very large, erect cock jutting from its crotch, a fairly equinoid one complete with heavy balls sculpted to be covered in stone fur. Hera leads you right up to the edge of the grave and then nudges you forward a bit, slipping in close behind you to whisper in your ear.\n\n"They say this is the grave of a witch who wedded herself to Satan," she murmurs, making you shiver a little both at the words and her closeness. "Her father was an important man in this town, and even after she was convicted and beheaded, he demanded they bury her in consecrated ground, even though there was no record she'd repented. The townspeople agreed, but declared that there would be no name, no dates, and that a devil would mark her grave to show where her soul really was."\n\n"It's, ah..." You let your eyes roam over the statue, noting that it's even more sexual close up. The massive, jutting stone penis even has such detailed veins carved across its surface that you wouldn't be surprised to see them throb, and the angle of the tongue lolling from the muzzle of its goatlike head is blatantly suggestive. "It's pretty outrageous to have been done back then."\n\n"Oh, it wasn't always like that." Hera's hands slide off of your shoulders, and it sounds like she's stepped back, but you admit your attention is on the headstone. "At least, according to the legend. It was just a plain, ordinary sort of generic devil with its wings folded around it, so you wouldn't even be able to tell what it was from far off. But when they returned the next morning, it was like that... wings spread, tongue lolled, cock standing proud."\n\nYou let out a soft rush of slightly nervous laughter, feeling a chill run down your spine that only seems to have a little to do with the breeze that flits through the empty graveyard. You look down, actually feeling just a little afraid, before rallying. "Oh, c'mon, this must be new, the soil on the grave still looks fresh."\n\n"That's part of the legend too~," Hera coos. "They say that the witch never really settled peacefully in her grave, so the soil is eternally soft and pliant with nothing growing on it, like it was just dug yesterday."\n\nYou start to say that it must be one of the groundskeepers trying to keep a local tourist attraction alive, when you hear something behind you. Like something dropping to the ground. Blinking, you turn around... and stare. Hera is standing naked in the moonlight, her pale, hairless body almost seeming to glow with it, her stiff nipples a barely perceptible pink cap to her pert breasts, her cleft practically invisible with the way the light washes out her skin. Looking halfway a ghost, she steps forward and slips her arms over your shoulders, leaning in to kiss you.\n\n<hr>\n[[Kiss back.|GwynVamp1x4]]\n\n[[Push her away.|GwynVamp1bxEnd1]]

You give your head a quick shake, feeling disgusted with yourself. Liam's basically your best friend, the very idea of betraying his trust and stealing from him just to buy some clothes and impress your girlfriend makes you disgusted with yourself. Instead you decide to discuss the issue of how to proceed with Alexa with him, hoping maybe he'll have some alternative advice.\n\n"Break up with her," Liam says solemnly the next day.\n\n"Not... the advice I was looking for," you murmur a bit sourly as you look down at your milkshake.\n\n"If you knew what advice you wanted you shouldn't have asked me, you should've given it to yourself," Liam points out, also actually pointing at you as he spoons up some of his strawberry shake. "But my advice is that if it's not going anywhere and you think the only way to push forward is to change yourself, then it's better to have a clean break."\n\n"But it's just dressing up a bit..."\n\n"Is it, or is it you changing who you are for her? I mean, do you like how you dress?"\n\nYou nod slowly. That's one of the things you've become more comfortable with over the last few months, discarding the idea of needing to dress to look more masculine, just wearing what appeals to you, even if it does wind up looking 'girly' on you. Seen that way, maybe it is moving backwards towards a you you're more and more happy to move on from. "But I really like her," you hedge, sighing heavily.\n\n"Do you really like <i>her</i>, or do you just like being in a relationship?" Liam asks cuttingly.\n\nAnd after a great deal of consideration on the question, you're forced to admit he's right. You do enjoy Alexa's company, you do think she's a nice person, but you're not in love with her, and if the relationship's not going to move forward and be what you want, it's better to be honest about that. You square your shoulders and resolve to have an adult discussion with her, and while there are some hurt feelings it ends in a hug and the two of you amicably parting ways. You decide that maybe it's best for now to focus on your schoolwork and the new direction you're starting to find with your life than on a relationship for now.\n\nWhich is where the next hurdle crops up, just before summer.\n\n"You're really saying I can't transfer into the course without going on this trip?" you ask, trying to keep the plaintiveness out of your voice.\n\n"Your work is extremely amateur but shows promise, but taking a transfer at this point is practically not done," the art professor answers, folding her hands on the desk. "If you really want to pursue a major in this field, starting on artistic aspirations this late, you need to show a willingness to go the extra mile. This artistic tour of Europe is the way to do that. I expect it of all of my exceptional students, or someone who wants to be given the same privileges of one. So, let me know within the week if you're going to be able to attend."\n\nYou scowl as you slump along the sidewalk outside. A no-expenses-paid trip of Europe, having to pay the expenses for the hotels and meals and museum entries the professor expects you to use, not to mention travel costs. It's a lot, a <i>lot</i> of money, and apparently if you actually want to get any traction on pursuing a degree in art, you have to come up with it from somewhere.\n\nYou wince a little as it feels like Liam's room key actually warms in your pocket. Seriously? But... but again, it's not like you'd actually be telling anyone, right? ... Sure it's the same fundamental betrayal of trust, and you'd probably have to explain to <i>some</i>one where the money came from, especially if you had to sell a coin... or three... but really, is it such a big deal?\n\n<hr>\n[[Do it!|GwynLiam]]\n\n[[It's definitely a big deal.|GwynLiam5x4]]

"Nnnnh! Nnnnh! Nnnh! Nnnh!" Nancy grunts, obviously resisting with all her might as you grab her cock with both hands and start stroking it rapidly, before she gives a loud shriek and thrusts her hips forward, her cock swelling against your fingers, the underside throbbing as she cums.\n\nBut rather than splatters of thick creamy white, what comes flying from her cock is thick, gooey, translucent pink slime. Her eyes roll and her whole body shakes with every spurt as she just keeps cumming and cumming more of that pink goo, her gaze going gradually more blank the more of it she shoots out into a thickening puddle on the floor, until finally the last few drops of it dribble to the cement right at her feet.\n\n"Guuuuuh... guh... guuuuuuh," she groans as she finishes, her head slumping, tongue lolled out and unfocused gaze turned forward unseeingly. You grin and step back, sliding your tails out of her and taking your hands away. Nancy immediately starts pumping her hips, mindlessly thrusting forward in an attempt to stimulate her dick again. "Guuuuuh... guuuuuuh!"\n\nYou giggle, then turn to the pink puddle, giving a low 'mmm' before snapping your fingers. All the spread droplets and dribbles start rushing forward over to the main puddle, wriggling and squirming and wobbling as they draw up slowly and take the shape of... a brain. Seemingly made of pink jello by the way it shakes and wobbles just from laying there, and even moreso as you pick it up, giggling a bit. Probably a bit bigger than the real thing was when it was still in her head, but then her soul's in there too after all! (Easy to get that to come along for the ride!)\n\n"Look, Nyancy, it's you~!" you coo, holding Nancy's goo-brain up in front of Nancy's body's face, and of course getting no reaction since it's now just a mindless bundle of instinct and desire, still thrusting its hips and groaning wordlessly. "Ah, well, I guess it's hard for you to appreciate it since you're all in here," you add, shifting the weight of the goobrain back and forth between your hands. "Ahhhh... but you're so soft, and squishy, and gooey, and wibbly, and wobbly, and-" you coo as you gradually lower her further and further down.\n\n"Nya~!" you purr happily as you slide the goobrain onto your cock with a loud <i>skwlch</i>, your stiff prick easily penetrating the half-solid stuff and pushing inside, showing up as a slightly darkened shape within. "Oooo, your brain and self and soul feel sooooo good on my dick, Nyancy!" you purr happily as you start working your hips, your furry black balls swinging forward to slap against the wrinkly pink surface and sending more jiggles through it. "I know you can feel me inside you! Because I'm fucking your entire <i>self</i>! Ah, it's so good, so squishy, so lewd!"\n\nYou float your head back, extending a long orange tongue past your carved lips to express your pleasure at fucking Nancy's self, panting happily as you fuck her brain and make your tits bounce, the square piercings jiggling and swaying. "Ahhh, fucking your mind feels so good, Nyancy! What part is my cockhead in right now? Your college graduation? Your first Christmas? How to do math? Ahhh, Nyancy, whatever it is, it feels really good!" you squeal happily as you float your head back forward to look down at the goobrain, starting to pump it against your thrusts faster. "Aahhhh, Nyancy, I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum all over your self, Nyancy! Nyaaaaaaaaa~!"\n\nYou thrust forward as thick spurts and gushes of liquid start spurting out and sinking into the substance of the goobrain, your jizz slowly soaking into Nancy's crushes and loves, her hopes and dreams, and her entire childhood. You loll your tongue out again, the lights of your pumpkin flickering through colors this time as you giggle, gradually emptying your balls into the sweet girl's whole existence.\n\n"Ahhhhh... so goo~d," you coo, slowly sliding it off of you and again wobbling the squishy mass back and forth between your hands. "... Here! I'll show you!" you chirp.\n\n"Guuuuuh~," Nancy's body groans in pleasure as you slide the goobrain onto her cock, slowly pushing it downward. You make sure that the insides grow a bit stronger around her from your cum, so that it stretches instead of going all the way through. You work it around until the brain is touching the base, and give it a few pumps to make sure the mindless body is completely addicted to the feel of its former occupant around it. Then you release the vines.\n\nWithout hesitation Nancy's empty-headed body grabs the brain with both hands and starts fucking wildly into it, balls slapping rapidly against the surface with loud squelches. It continues to make those loud, wordless moans of pleasure, tongue lolled out and drool running down its chin, eyes completely empty as Nancy's body drives its dick into Nancy's disembodied brain, fucking herself in both the most literal and metaphysical way possible.\n\nYou giggle, running your fingertips down the empty body's spine, not that it takes any notice. But a bit of extra magic to make sure it never runs out of energy or needs to stop for food or water. Left to its own devices, it will keep mindlessly trying to breed its own brain for all eternity. Or, well, until sunrise, at which point Nancy's goobrain self would probably absorb back into her body and that cock would disappear. Probably be turned into a complete jizz addict who could only think of cock for the rest of her life due to having her entire sense of self soaked repeatedly in cum, but~, she might kinda-sorta get back to normal someday!\n\n... If sunrise comes, anyway~!\n\n"But not if we have anything to say about it, huh, my cuties?" you coo as the pack of plastic pumpkins comes parading out of the room on your heels, bobbing and swaying on their plastic and felt vines. "With every trick we play, Halloween night lasts a little longer. If we play enough... it'll last forever! And won't that be fun? Nyahahaha!" you cackle as the pumpkins bob up and down in nods.\n\nMmm, now where to start? You know of lots and lots of parties scattered around, full of all sorts of lewd intent no doubt, which you could turn to your own devices! Speaking of, "Thank you, dear," you coo to one of the pumpkins as it lifts the large, so far untouched jar of magic orange paint up for you to take. Your ability to control the things of Halloween is <i>especially</i> potent with things that already have magic infused into them, after all! \n\nOr you could just cruise around looking for random people, that'd be fun too! Full of stress or mischief, probably practically eager to throw away their thoughts and common sense and descend into mindless, rutting pleasure! \n\nMmm... and then there's all those sweet little trick-or-treaters out there! Already swathed and hugged in their little Halloween costumes, a perfect mixture of mischief and innocence, all the more energy to come spilling out when you turn them into... well, smaller, cuter mindless rutting things~!\n\nAs you consider, you scoop out a bit of the paint and turn it into a glowing orange bikini for yourself... it obscures your piercings and your bulge a bit, and should be the bare minimum you need to sneak up on any potential prey without them being <i>too</i> startled right off the bat! Now... who to look to?\n\n<hr>\n[[Partygoers.|BudQOH]]\n\n[[Randos.|BudQOH]]\n\n[[Trick or treaters.|BudQOH]]

Well, the two of you are going to be hanging out at her place tomorrow, so you decide to ask her then.\n\nPoppy lives off campus in a set of fairly decent apartments, in fact the same ones that Luna and Cherie both live in. It's one of those "obviously built for the university" sorts of places where the apartments are basically just slightly nicer single dorm rooms, but it at least gives her room to have a couch that the two of you are sitting on to watch TV. As Poppy flops down at the other end with a bowl of popcorn in her lap, you clear your throat and say, "Uh, hey, before we start, could I ask you something?"\n\n"Hm? Sure!" Poppy chirps.\n\n"So uh, I'm just sort of curious, like, how do you see our... y'know, our relationship?" you ask, fighting not to squirm. "Like how would you describe it to someone else maybe?"\n\nPoppy blinks her big blue eyes a few times, then gives a bit of an 'ohhhhh' and leans over to set the popcorn down. "Okay, so like, you're wondering if when we're getting together it's like a <i>date</i>-date, huh?"\n\n"Yeah, kinda," you admit sheepishly.\n\n"Well I'd be cool with that!" she answers immediately with a bright smile that just further enchants your heart. "I'd mostly just thought of us as friends but being more is cool! Like if you want to be romantic or even just, y'know, sex friends," she adds with a giggle, making your face go red. "I'd be okay with either and seeing how it goes! Though uh," she continues, looking sheepish now herself. "There's proooobably something you should know before we go any further about that."\n\nThat makes you blink. "Um, okay, what is it?"\n\n"Okay, soooo there's something I've never told you 'cause, y'know. But um, anyway, if you change your mind after you find out, I won't be mad or anything!" she hurries to add. After a moment's thought, she says, "Okay so like, I guess to start explaining, I have to tell you that I always had a lot of health problems for like most of my life. I won't go into all the details but just suffice to say you wouldn't have recognized me when I got here... I was skinny and super pale and tired all the time, it was rough."\n\nYou grimace a bit. "Yeah, sounds it, I'm sorry. Um, obviously you're better now though?"\n\n"Well me and Luna worked together on this thing she was studying, and it's sooort of science but also sort of... not?" That sheepish grin gets a bit bigger. "I mean you might laugh but it was kind of closer to 'alchemy' than anything else I guess. But we made this stuff that was able to make me really healthy! Like fixed me up no problem. But there was ooooone side effect," she admits as she stands up and turns towards you.\n\n"What side eff-" you start to prompt, only to cut off as she actually lifts the front of her skirt. That alone, as well as the sight of her purple-trimmed pink side-tie panties, would probably be shocking enough to be shown so suddenly. It actually takes your brain a moment to process that the front of the panties are bulging with what is very obviously a thick shaft tucked down over a pair of balls. Not small ones either... both are so impressively-sized that you have to wonder how in the hell her skirt has been concealing them all this time. "... oh," you say a little faintly.\n\n"Yeaaah at first it was, um, a lot to get used to," Poppy says, her ears and the bridge of her nose pink as she lets go of her skirt again. "But, um... I've kind of gotten to like it. But I understand if it puts you off!" she hurries to add. "I wouldn't ever want to make you feel like you had to do something you didn't want, Gwyn! S-so, um, if you don't want to take this any farther, or even, y'know. Just... know it's okay! ... Eheh, you probably need some time to take it in. ... This news I mean," she adds sheepishly as she sits back down, then starts the movie.\n\nYou're definitely absorbing. For most of the movie, you just stare at the screen. Admittedly you'd already sort of learned that a lot of the students at this school are, uh, not exactly 'normal' when it comes to their academic pursuits, so finding out that the chemistry students have been indulging in alchemy that actually works is not actually the most surprising thing in the world. That Poppy, the girl you're crushing super hard on, has a dick that's very definitely bigger than yours is taking a bit more time. On the one hand, you're ecstatic that she apparently likes you back and is willing to either add sex to your current casual friendship or turn it up and go all the way romantic, but uh... yeah.\n\nEventually the movie is over, and Poppy glances at you, seeming rather nervous. "So, ah... whatcha think?" she asks, probably not referring to the movie.\n\n<hr>\n[[Date.|Gwyn]]\n\n[[Be sex friends.|Gwyn]]\n\n[[Just keep being friends.|Gwyn]]\n\n[[It's too much.|Gwyn]]

No. No, you can't. You'll just have to find some other way to make it work or... or decide on something else to do, or even pursue a different major, or-\n\n"Grant application?" you say, blinking at the clipboard Liam's holding out to you from where he's sitting on his bed.\n\n"Professor Vajna should've been the one to tell you it's there, but she can tend to be a bit less forthcoming with certain students," he says, rolling his eyes. "Anyway, yes, you have to submit a few of your works to indicate you're a 'promising young artist' but if they accept you, they'll pay for the trip free and clear, you're only on the hook for personal expenses like souvenirs and any extracurricular dining or shows. You'll have a few obligations later on to show you're still keeping up with doing art, but that's it. I already filled my info in for your reference, you just need to complete the rest of it."\n\nAnd that's it, in mid-June you're flying off to see famous ancient world works of art in Britain and then on to Paris for all that the Louvre has to offer and more. It's probably fairly stereotypical to say that it's an educational and inspirational experience, but it really is. It's your first trip out of the country, your first time seeing famous works of art in person, your first time being yelled at in languages you don't understand for not giving money to beggars. And more than that, the fact that you showed enough promise for someone to make this investment in you has, more than ever, helped you feel like you're on the right track.\n\nAll good things come to an end, and that includes your sense of optimism. When you get home and drive back to your dorm, it's to see a figure that's at first unfamiliar at your door staring at it. At your approach the figure turns, and you jerk to a halt. "Dad?"\n\nHe looks like he's aged a decade while you've been gone, with bags under his eyes and more lines on his face, and he's clearly lost weight, his clothes loose on him. "... Hello, son. We should talk."\n\nTen minutes later, you're leaned forward heavily on your forearms on the cafe table, your shoulders shaking as you fight back tears. "Why the hell didn't you <i>tell me</i>?"\n\n"We didn't want to ruin your trip," he says, his voice tired. "Your mother was afraid you'd come rushing home, even though there was nothing you could do. She thought it was more important that you get the experience, you've... been so happy lately. We didn't want to spoil it."\n\n"Isn't..." You swallow hard. "Isn't there anything they can do?"\n\n"It's... it's very deep inside the brain, and hooked into some delicate places," he answers quietly. "There is one procedure... very experimental, but with very good results. Unfortunately while the surgeon has agreed to do the procedure at cost, the equipment and materials he'd need are extremely expensive, and our insurance won't cover it since it's experimental. Even with everything we've already sold, we're still short... almost a quarter of a million dollars."\n\nThere's some more conversation after that, but it's a sort of buzzing in your ears, none of it retained in your brain, even what you say. You're vaguely aware of your father patting your shoulder and leaving you sitting there staring at the opposite side of the booth. The next thing you know, you're standing in front of the Arts SSC building, staring up at it, Liam's room key in your hand. You look down at it, staring at both the key and your hand as if you had no idea what they were, until it sinks in. You clench your fist until it trembles, raising your gaze back up to the window you know is Liam's room.\n\n<hr>\n[[You have to do it!|GwynLiam]]\n\n[[... you can't...|GwynLiam5x5]]

"Simplistic outlook? What do you take me for, some sort of-" Before she can spout out whatever particular variety of person she thinks is a drooling imbecile, you activate your equipment and exhale, the vapor almost immediately exiting the vents of your mask and wafting into her face, surrounding her. "Gah! What on earth is that smell?! Is that... bacon and fried chicken?! You little murderer, I'll have you know that I'm a vegan, and I don't approve of even... even..." Her eyes start to glaze a little. "W-wait, why... why am I getting hungry?" she asks, squirming in place, then letting out a soft groan as she leans forward and hugs herself. "I... I shouldn't be getting hungry, I h-hate meat... meeeat..." she almost moans, her tongue lolling out as her slightly glassy eyes begin to turn yellow, faint tufts of dark fur starting to appear along her neck and around her ears.\n\n"Do you? Or do you just think eating meat is wrong?" you say evenly, letting your electronically modulated words carry and sink deep into her brain, especially since its anatomy is currently in the process of reshaping somewhat, the chemicals in her body pumping up, full of a steadily more intense variety of adrenaline that has her moaning and drooling. "Can you feel yourself sinking deeper into your base instincts, Professor?" you continue, watching with interest as the fur spreads, her body twitching and writhing as it grows somewhat larger overall. Beneath her shirt and suit jacket her breasts are visibly firming up, and then expanding outward, until her bra snaps and spills them against the white fabric, where they're more obviously covered with black fur. She lets out a long, lusty mewl, her now slit-pupiled eyes rolling as her face changes slightly, whiskers growing out from the sides of her nose. "Do you feel your desires, your most fundamental wants, growing stronger and more powerful, more primal? Now, tell me what you <i>really</i> want."\n\n"I want... I want," she groans, shuddering with the urge to resist, to hold on to her basic human foibles even as more of her outfit tears off, revealing the more sleekly-muscled and black-furred form beneath. But when her broadened hips, more rounded bubble ass, and lengthen legs all cause enough tears in her pants for her new tail to spring free, it's like something snaps inside her, a delighted, crazed light flashing in her felinoid eyes and a wild grin on her lips as she yanks the tie off her bun and lets her hair cascade free, shrieking, "I wanna eat <i>meat</i>! I wanna eat bacon, and burgers, and chicken, and pork chops! I want to drink entire bottles of booze! I want to lay in the sun napping all day ignoring my work and I want to run around campus for the hell of it! And I don't want to wear <i>clothes</i> when I do it!" she howls, claws popping from her fingertips as she tears at her clothing, half ripping it off with her enhanced muscles and half shredding it, spilling her now more than head-sized black furry tits free, her nipples having turned large, puffy and inky, jutting furless from the tips of the large orbs. Her tongue lolling as she grins with abandon, she tears off her pants as well, revealing the pink slit nestled amidst the black fur between her legs as her tail lashes. "I want to <i>fuck</i> every last one of my students and get knocked up constantly and then go out and do it again with complete strangers!" She breathes hard, eyes still shining brightly with lust and excitement as her bare tits heave, that wild smile still on her somewhat more feline lips, the once stereotypically uptight middle-aged professor having fully transformed into a tall, furry, amazonian cat-woman. "I wanna go <i>wild</i>!"\n\n"Of course you do," you say soothingly, looking your work up and down appreciatively. "But first we have to accomplish my goals, isn't that right?"\n\n"Yes, Myaster," she immediately coos adoringly, slinking over to you and rubbing up against your side, an actual purr thrumming from deep in her chest and throat. For all her talk of going wild (and you've certainly put her in touch enough with her primal instincts to override any such things as human morality), you fully intended to make her a tame cat, your vocal broadcast while her brain was becoming a bit more animalistic having deeply imprinted you on her entire sense of being. You rub her bare, furry back idly as you consider. The process was relatively quick, but it could definitely be refined. Professor Hawker... or Professor Kitty, let's call her that now, you think with a chuckle... shouldn't have lost <i>too</i> much of her intelligence in her regression into a more animalistic way of thinking, she should be able to help quite a bit. Hm, so first order of business is to...\n\n<hr>\n[[... get right to work on your plans.|GasGwyn]]\n\n[[... fuck this pussy.|GasGwyn]]

Honestly a huge relief... Poppy definitely seems the nicest and most outgoing of all three of them. (The fact that she has the biggest boobs is purely coincidental, honest.) In fact the moment you make an effort to engage her she pretty much locks onto you and starts happily chattering away. Talking to her is a breeze, too, the both of you just kind of going back and forth. At some point without really noticing it the two of you have started wandering around the party, and she introduces you to a lot of people she knows, all of whom seem to take to you immediately just by virtue of Poppy's endorsement. By the end of the party, you're not only feeling better about your future at this school, you've made new friends and maybe already lost your heart to this adorable cheerful goth girl.\n\nOver the next few months the two of you spend quite a bit of time together. You go out to eat, or events (Poppy always knows what's going on, official or unofficial, and where the two of you would have the most fun), or just hanging out either with her friends or some of your new friends (which are usually also her friends), or just the two of you. The last of which is what really has you questioning. It's not so much a question of if she would date you as it is, uh... are you already dating?\n\nLike, are these just friendly get-togethers, or are they more? She's asked you to plenty of one-on-one stuff, and you've asked her to the same without any sign of issue, just that somehow the word 'date' has never come up. Probably because you've been specifically avoiding it. But maybe you should clarify things, for both your sakes, yeah? You know you really like her, and you kiiiind of feel sure she really likes you?\n\n... But maybe it's better just to let things be? Stay super casual about it and just see where that goes?\n\n<hr>\n[[Ask.|Gwyn8x2]]\n\n[[Leave it be.|Gwyn]]

Eh, these two are clearly in their late teens, probably out for one last trick-or-treat before being officially too old. ... And their parents can't be too prudish if they let the catgirl leave the house wearing that. It's probably okay to invite them in for a minute.\n\n"I was making some pumpkin pie flavored cookies, they're not quite done yet but if you wanna sit down and wait, you can have some," you suggest.\n\nBoth of them visibly perk up at that, glancing at each other before the witch nods. "That'd be great, thanks!"\n\nYou show them inside and to the living room (now rather glad that you thought to turn off the porn earlier) and tell them to get comfortable before heading into the kitchen, trying not to let your eyes linger on any particular part of the near-naked young lady in the Felicia-esque outfit. It was just an innocent offer after all! ... Mostly. Like almost entirely. Anyway, you check on the cookies several times, resisting the urge to actually open the oven, and finally take them out and slide them onto a cooling rack.\n\nYou pour out a few cups of apple cider to go with them, then pause, glancing at the bottle of Applejack you had sitting out on the counter that you'd originally planned to add to the cider. Obviously you shouldn't add it to theirs! ... Well, c'mon. They're what, seventeen? Probably? A shot of booze at seventeen surely isn't a big deal... again, especially if they're grown-up enough to be leaving the house like that of their own recognizance. You're not <i>terribly</i> worried about getting in trouble for it, and it's not like you're going to slip it to them unannounced, it's more just a ponder of whether it's actually right to offer it in the first place.\n\n<hr>\n[[Don't add them.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[Add them.|BuddyOct24x2]]\n\n[[Ask first.|BuddyOct25x1]]\n\n[[Fret about it slightly too long.|BuddyOct]]

Eh, stop being a baby, they're teenagers, it's fine. You add a shot of applejack to each glass of cider, then put everything on a tray and carry it out. The catgirl has settled at one end of the couch and the witch is sitting in a chair nearby her, the two of them pausing in talking as you walk in.\n\n"Here we go, cookies and cider. I did add some Applejack to the cider, by the way," you continue, noticing them instantly perk up. "So if you don't want that it's fine, I'll go pour some fresh glasses or something."\n\nBoth are pretty quick to insist that no, they're perfectly fine with that, and quickly take drinks of the cider first thing. Both girls offer a fair amount of praises for both the cider and even more for the cookies, which admittedly strokes your ego a bit. You ask polite questions like how they've been enjoying their Halloween, if they've gotten much candy, if they're going to a party later or anything like that, mostly just sticking to generalized stuff since you don't want to seem like you're fishing for info or something creepy. They answer freely enough, continuing to eat cookies and drink the cider, though you notice that they quickly start seeming giggly and a bit slurred of voice.\n\nOops, looks like they're way bigger lightweights than you thought. ... Actually, after a sniff of the cider, it kind of smells like it might have wound up fermenting at some point. Ah... thaaaat would explain it. Maybe you'd better stop them?\n\n<hr>\n[[Say something.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[It's fine, how drunk could they get?|BuddyOct24x3]]

"Very", it turns out, as by the time both have finished their glasses of (apparently hard) cider and shot both have slumped in place and dozed off, apparently sufficient lightweights that they bypassed the whole 'wild and crazy' stage and went right to 'sleepytime' off of that one glass. ... Welp.\n\nYou sigh a bit as you stand up and collect the glasses and tray. You rattle things around and make a fair bit of noise, both in tidying up and heading into the kitchen to do a bit of cleaning up. The doorbell rings and you head over to attend to the trick-or-treaters, using a nice loud voice to talk to them, before closing the door nice and firmly and heading back into the living room. ... Yeah neither of them has budged, still breathing soft and even, their heads lolled and eyes closed, very cute sleeping faces composed and particularly angelic. D'awwww. ... Still, having two teenage girls out like lights in your living room does present an issue.\n\n<hr>\n[[Wait for them to wake up.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[Move them somewhere more comfortable.|BuddyOct24x4]]\n\n[[... Heh. Heh. Heh.|BuddyOct]]

Well, besides it just looking kinda bad should anyone walk in on this situation, they'd be pretty uncomfortable waking up after being slumped in place like that, or worse, falling to the floor. Better put them in the guest room. \n\nSince the catgirl looks bigger (y'know, in general, not just... ahem), you decide to take her first, besides her being on the couch making it a bit easier to get around to one side of her. You do your best to keep your hands or your eyes from wandering as you scoop the practically naked teenager into your arms and princess carry her towards the bedroom towards the downstairs room you keep for guests. Luckily it's a fairly large bed, and you keep the rest of the room fairly open, so you're able to lay her down on one side of it without too much trouble before going back for her friend. Scooping the witch out of the chair is both a bit harder and a bit easier since the arm of the chair is in the way but you can also actually stay beside the chair. 'Wonder if they'd enjoy this if they were awake?' you muse as you similarly princess carry her into the bedroom... avoiding knocking her head against the door frame. Princess carries are slightly more complicated than they look in movies.\n\nStill, you manage to get her laid down beside her friend, then step back to make sure both are okay. They seem to be, still completely conked out but breathing evenly and without trouble, all seems good. ... Although the witch's dress has ridden up to display a very cute pair of purple panties with a black spiderweb lace pattern on them. Which just makes you glance over at the catgirl and how she's practically naked as it is. There is a moment of temptation...\n\n<hr>\n[[Let it pass, check on them later.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[Indulge.|BuddyOct]]

You resist the urge to grab for any more of the desserts... or to fondle yourself, though you find your cock is as hard as a rock. Shifting a bit and hoping you can get up without showing off the bulge in your pants, you glance around at the girls, feeling a throb go through your stiff prick at the sight of all of them flushed and panting, nipples visibly stiff through their shirts... even though you have to figure at least Motoko and Shizue are wearing bras, and their shirts aren't exactly thin. Wow, those were... really good cookies. You clear your throat and start to stand up. "I, ah... I have a movie for us to-"\n\nYou cut off as an intense pulse of pleasure shoots through you, enough to make your legs weak and drop you to the ground. That... felt like an orgasm, but one not quite like any you've ever felt before! You can't help but let out a moan at that, one you're sure to think will get you in trouble... except that all the girls are moaning and gasping as well, writhing at their sides of the table and rocking their hips. Nanako's the first to give in, probably due to her clothing choice, yanking up the front of her skirt and shoving a hand down the front of her panties, obviously desperately fingering and rubbing herself, the already damp cloth clearly outlining the motions of her fingers. Motoko's the next one to do so, unbuttoning her pants to stuff her hand down the front of them, muttering "Fuck!" under her breath as she humps her hips towards her own hand. Shizue, meanwhile, is hauling up the front of her sleeveless sweater and hurriedly undoing her bra, which actually looks far too small for her, the relatively modest cups practically overflowing with somewhat less modest tits that wobble and jiggle as they're freed. She starts kneeding one while rubbing her pussy through her pants with her other hand, gasping and moaning lowly.\n\nYou stare at all three of them, barely even noticing that you've pulled your own cock out and are stroking it as you stare at them, and that you're harder, longer, and thicker than you've ever been. You suck in a hard breath, a shudder running through you as your better view of Shizue's tits quickly reveals the reason her bra looked so poorly-sized... they're growing. It's not quite as obvious with the one she's kneading and squeezing with abandon, the nipple between thumb and forefinger, but the other hanging and wobbling heavily is definitely swelling and growing larger and heavier by the second. A look over at Motoko shows that her own tits have definitely gotten larger beneath her shirt, likely stretching the comfy sports bra she's wearing beneath it, and that Nanako's tits have grown enough that her once loose, full-length top has turned into more of a spaghetti-strap halter top, clinging to her now huge boobs. \n\nYou continue to watch in a lust-filled daze, pumping your prick quickly as Motoko briefly hauls her dripping wet hand out of her pants to pull off her shirt, revealing that the sports bra is indeed stretched, her boobs bulging around the top and out of the bottom of it... though you also notice that the fly of her jeans is steadily spreading open by itself. You're not sure why until Shizue gives a whimper and leans forward over the table, desperately fumbling to undo her pants and try to shove them down, even undone the waistband indenting slightly around her hips and ass... an ass that's growing increasingly full and round, jiggling visibly as she works her too-tight pants down around it. \n\nAbout the time that Nanako gives a cry of obvious orgasm from her panties snapping from her rounded hips and ass stretching the waistband, you realize that your own pants are feeling uncomfortably tight around your hips and ass. You glance down... and are shocked at the sight of a pair of rather full, noticeably tits jutting from your own chest! They're only about B-cups, but they're obviously growing every time they jiggle from your pumping of your cock. A motion that, despite your surprise and mild horror, you can't quite stop, until you're forced to stand up and shove down your pants, working them over your inreasingly round and feminine ass and hips, letting them drop along your sleek, curvy legs to hit the ground. You haul your shirt off, baring your brand new tits, the nipples thick and hard with puffy domed areola. You grab your cock with both hands... it's big enough now... and start pumping almost desperately as you stand there naked at the table, tits still growing bigger and bigger.\n\n"Nnnnnh, coooock," Nanako groans, pulling your gaze back to her. She's pulled her top up over her tits... you don't even know what you'd call them now, they're bigger than her head... and managed to get her skirt off as well, leaving her in just the pushed-up top and her black thigh-highs, her newly curvy thighs bulging some around the tops of them. She crawls towards you on all fours, those immense tits swaying, and grabs you by your newly womanly hips, wrapping her mouth around your cockhead and without hesitation starting to fuck her own face on your enlarged prick. Your eyes roll up in your head as intense pleasure shoots through you, and abandoning any thoughts of how strange this is you give yourself over to the pleasure, grabbing your own big fat tits and kneading them with abandon, bucking your hips forward towards the motions of Nanako's lips, slapping your heavy, smooth balls against her chin. A glance at Motoko and Shizue shows that both of them are also now effectively naked, sixty-nining with their immense tits pressing against each other's bellies, Motoko's ginger hair now splaying out in a wave on the floor.\n\nThe disconnected, rational part of your mind says that must explain the pleasurable tingling sensation in your scalp and the ticklish sensation making its way down your back. But you don't care about that, instead gripping Nanako's head and starting to just fuck her throat, your eyes rolled up some and tongue lolling out, more-than-head-sized tits wobbling and shaking with your thrusts, her own equally big boobs shaking with the impact of your hips against her face. From the way she's gulping and swallowing and making a puddle on the floor, you're pretty sure she's cumming practically every time you thrust into her. With all of that it doesn't take long before you're thrusting forward and filling her belly with cum, your world going white, and all you can hear is a long, girlish squeal of utter orgasm... your own.\n\nBy the time you come to and pull your cock out of Nanako's throat, she falls back, gasping and panting, shuddering... and sporting a cock of her own jutting up between her legs, an already long, thick thing that's only getting thicker, her balls swaying and getting heavier with every urging shake of her hips. 'That's hot as fuck,' you think, and just like that you're kneeling between her legs, your huge tits pillowing some on the floor as you stuff her prick into your mouth, deep-throating it without a second thought, feeling it push deeper into your throat every time you bob your head even though you took it to the rooat on the first try. Soon that massive throbbing fuck-pole is just as big and eager as your own! Nanako grabs your head... but rather than fucking your mouth, she pulls you away, panting. "Gonna... fuck neechan," she grunts, eyes a lusty glaze of pleasure.\n\nNodding eagerly, you let her pull away, moving to the pair of big-titted, wide-hipped, jiggly-assed nymphs eating each other out. Nanako grabs Motoko around the waist and hauls her away from Shizue, shoving her over the table and without a moment's wait shoving her cock deep into her sister's ass. Motoko yowls in pleasure, her eyes rolling and tongue lolling, mouth showing the same brainless smile that must have been on your own face not too long ago. With encouragement like that, you don't hesitate in grabbing Shizue's long, curvy legs and turning her onto her back, practically bending her in half so that her legs are a V framing her huge wobbly tits, and shoving your cock into her ass as well. The calm, refined girl shamelessly cums, her own face a mask of mindless orgasm as her pussy gushes onto her belly as you fuck downward into her tight rear hole, your tits pressing against hers and both sets shaking with your motions. \n\n"Aaaaaa, 'neechan's butt is soooo good!" Nanako moans, her face as much a mask of idiot delight as her sister's as her wide hips slam into her sister's fat, round buttocks. "Aaaaa, aaaa, 'neechan's buuuutt! Austin-chan's throat was too good too, I can't hold back! Cumming! Cumming in 'neechan's butt!" she yowls, thrusting forward hard, her whole body arching as if she were putting everything she had into filling her sister with cum. Motoko's eyes roll up almost entirely, giving a wordless squeal of orgasm as her body shakes, her own cock growing in rapidly and starting to spray long spurts of thick white all over the floor beneath the table. The sight is enough to push you over the edge and you hilt in Shizue's ass, both of you giving almost perfectly synced yowls of climax as you fill her ass, her pussy rapidly sealing up, her new cock growing in and pressing up between your tits and her own, covering both sets with thick splatters of jizz.\n\nThere's only a moment's respite before you're moving over to Nanako as she pulls out of Motoko, bending her onto all fours and pushing into her ass, eagerly starting to fuck her, already having a little orgasm just at the feel of your balls slapping against hers. You pause only to reach back and grab your own round, jiggly ass with both hands and spread it, cooing in your newly feminine voice, "I need a fat prick in my ass-pussy," before returning to pounding the squealing, drooling Nanako. Sure enough soon Shizue is bending you forward further over Nanako's back, making your tits pillow against her, so she can shove into you from behind, starting to pound your ass with abandon. Motoko moves forward and squats into position so that Nanako can suck and lick at her heavy sack, while you lick and slurp at the ginger-haired futanari's pole, both of you eager for a hot load of big sister jizz.\n\nSomewhere in all the rampant fucking, music begins to play. A low, pleasant note, that leaves your consciousness fading away in a bunch of overlapping orgasms and the feel of cum spattering inside you and all over your skin.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|Austin8xEnd]]

Almost before you realize it, you've finished the cookie and are reaching for another. Nanako makes a little noise of outrage, shoving the rest of her own cookie in her mouth and grabbing up another one at the same time you do. Perhaps sparked on by the idea that they'll soon be gone, Shizue and Motoko both take cookies as well. Thus starts a little unofficial race to be the first to get through the chocolate chip cookies, the tasty little morsels flying off the plate and into peoples' mouths.\n\nSoon the plate that bore the small pile of cookies is empty of everything but crumbs. Your head is fuzzy, your heart pounding, your whole body almost tingling. This... what kind of sugar rush is this? You know you haven't really gorged on sweets like this in awhile, but this is... it's almost pleasurable, your skin even feeling more sensitive, every rustle of your clothes against your body with slight movements feeling like someone stroking or petting you. A little shiver runs through you and you almost moan. Glancing around at the girls, you can see that they all seem flushed, even a little sweaty, Nanako's lips parted as she pants a bit, Shizue squirming in place, Motoko leaned back and wiggling her legs back and forth. \n\nDimly, part of your brain whispers 'Side effects?', but you mostly ignore it for how good you feel right now. You put a hand to your chest and slowly run it down your front... you're not entirely sure why, the motion is oddly feminine, but it certainly feels good. You find your gaze wandering to the rest of the treats on the tray. Before they looked mildly unappetizing... all that straight-up chocolate. Now they look absolutely delicious, a creamy, chocolatey siren call that has you licking your lips.\n\n<hr>\n[[Gorge.|Austin]]\n\n[[Resist.|Austin8x4]]

Hell with it. Unable to resist anymore, you reach over and snag one of the cookies, Nanako giving you a dirty look as you do, but apparently unable to say anything since it's not like they were actually made just for her. As you're bringing it to your lips you notice that they're actually chocolate <i>chunk</i> cookies, so it probably is the chocolate bar. But when the smell hits your nose from so close up, it's definitely too late to turn back, and your teeth sink into the soft, almost gooey substance of the cookie. Oh damn, Motoko's a master of these damn things, the flavor of the cookie itself is almost perfectly balanced with the chocolate, that exact balance that other chocolate deserts lack. There's a bit of a buttery taste without it just washing into your mouth, the rich sort of golden flavor of the cookie itself. So good!\n\n<hr>\n[[Have another one.|Austin8x3]]\n\n[[Resist!|Austin]]

The chocolate will be the easiest, and hearing that it's going to be used to make Nanako's favorite dessert helps urge you on, since she's the one that's really been the nastiest to you. Besides, you're not really into chocolate cake or pie or anything like that. Doing a quick glance to make sure that Motoko is absorbed in her prep, you pick up the chocolate bar and unstopper the vial, pouring the liquid into the little crannies. You give it a slight shake to make sure it's good and deep inside, then set the bar back down. "Well, everything looks great, Motoko, I'll really look forward to dinner," you announce cheerfully, deciding to ignore her decidedly noncommittal sound as you walk back out.\n\nAs expected, when dinner really does roll around, the best you get from the others is basically 'chilly politeness'... Nanako seems somewhat mollified by the dinner, but that only applies insofar as she's not being outwardly hostile to you. At the moment. But thinking that you're going to be able to adjust her attitude soon cheers you, so you don't let their attitudes get you down, instead electing to enjoy your meal, made all the sweeter by the anticipation of refusing dessert.\n\n"Okay! And I've got some great stuff for dessert!" Motoko announces, standing up and stepping back into the kitchen, returning with a tray. "I've got some miniature chocolate pies, chocolate cupcakes..." She sets the tray down on the table in front of all of you. "And Nanako's favorite, chocolate chip cookies!"\n\nOh no! Chocolate chip cookies are your favorite too! In fact they might be your biggest dessert weakness ever! You stare at them... oh gosh, they look like your favorite kind too, thick and buttery and soft. Nanako squeals and grabs one up, while Shizue more sedately picks up a cupcake and starts unwrapping it, while Motoko simply pops one of the miniature pies whole into her mouth. Those are... super tempting cookies. Maybe... maybe Motoko didn't use the same chocolate for them, they're chocolate chip cookies, after all, not the sort of thing you'd use that big bar of chocolate for. And even if she did... well, you can always put the movie on and make an excuse to leave the room, right? If you wait until later to come in, you won't get hypnotized and can still program them, it'll be fine!\n\nStill... well... hn...\n\n<hr>\n[[Have a cookie.|Austin8x2]]\n\n[[Don't have one.|Austin]]

This game takes inspiration from any number of sources. Some are obvious, from large copyright holders. Others are simply responsible for ideas, imagery, inspiration drawn from fanfiction, online videos, art, comics, and other sources. Many of these sources are lost to the void of the internet or to the depths of my brain, forgetting where they came from in the first place. Others, however, are clearer. And so it seems only right to give at least some of them credit where credit is due for where they jumpstarted portions of the game's writing.\n\n[[Rangarig|http://rangarig.net/]] - Influence runs pretty heavily all through the "Isla Sauria" storyline, and anything involving the Raptarrans.\n\n[[Nuku Valente and other Flexible Survival writers|http://blog.flexiblesurvival.com/]] - Lots of the transformation stuff, especially the Animalland scenes.\n\n[[Fenoxo|http://www.fenoxo.com/]] - While he didn't create the concept of naughty, fetishy text games, CoC has certainly catapulted their popularity into the stratosphere.\n\n[[Sebastian Rubbermage|http://www.bastianmage.com/]] - Artist of weird transformations, odd bondage, and squeaky toys.\n\n[[Lily|http://lilysgames.com/wp/]] - Maker of many a Twine/RAGS/etc. game featuring various content like this one. Mostly credited here because her Christmas game [[Better be nice|http://lilysgames.com/wp/?page_id=138]] gave me the idea for Christmasland.\n\nThe team behind [[HentHighSchool|https://www.henthighschool.com/hhsplus/(hhs-1-07)-official-release-thread/]] - A tale of a new principal trying to run an efficient high school... or corrupt it into a modern Sodom. Influenced several of Helen's paths.\n\n[[Ambrosine|https://www.patreon.com/Ambrosine]]'s SFM videos inspired the Space Wolf bit for Cyan reading the "MagiSpace" RP book.\n\nNumerous SFM porn artists who helped influence various things and have had parodies and homages done in some of the paths.\n\n[[Back.|Start]]

Hm. ... Hey, even if the agency sent it by mistake, if you show up and they refuse to let you work because you're a guy, maybe you can, like, file some sort of sexual discrimination grievance with the agency? Not that you'd do such a thing intentionally, but if they're going to throw those sort of opportunities down in front of you...\n\nYou hit the link to accept the job, and it gives you the address, and a late morning time to show up, with further instructions to come in through the back and go right to the manager's office. Works for you, though you still don't know how this is all going to shake down. All the same you get showered and dressed in your 'first day on the job' clothes (basically just a plain white button-up shirt and black slacks, since the listing didn't mention a dress code), and at the appointed time you head over. You see the familiar look and style of the building with its bright pink roof, though the logo looks a bit different... there's some extra affectation up at the top, but you've driven past it and rounded the building before you get a good look. (It's been a long time since you've been to a Shorties, since they tend to be both priced on the high side and encourage tipping your waitresses thoroughly, and you usually don't have the money... and if you did you'd usually prefer to go to an actual strip joint.) This is a new one anyway, you didn't even know it was here, so it makes sense it would be their latest design craze or whatever.\n\nYou park among a lot of cute little cars you assume must be the waitresses' (though dang they must be pulling down pretty good money if so), and head in through the back door. The manager's door is pretty much right there, so you turn and knock, immediately hearing a surprisingly chipper call of "Yeah, come!"\n\nYou open the door and step inside, and pause. The person behind the desk is a surprise for various reasons. Somehow you always pictured the manager of a Shorties as being some variety of skeevy middle-aged guy, either the sort to smoke cigars and leer constantly or post on social media with an icon of themselves wearing mirrored sunglasses in their truck. This looks more like one of the waitresses, and she is in fact wearing one of the more classical variations of the Shorties uniform as far as you can see, specifically the midriff-baring tight little white top with the logo on the front, though you can't see if the rest is similarly retro and daring since she's behind the desk. The other surprise is that she's both fairly young, maybe early twenties, and, well, pretty much flat... not that she's the first modestly-endowed Shorties girl you've seen, admittedly. Her hair is a maroon-tinted brown, falling to frame her face on either side and pulled into a short, almost puffy little ponytail in back, and her hazel eyes watch you attentively as you come in.\n\n"Ah, yeah, hi, I'm Mike. The temp agency sent me over?" you offer, not quite sure if you should sit down yet. You're expecting shock, maybe even horror.\n\nInstead those hazel eyes light up. "Oh, yeah, Mike! Hm, you're not what I was expecting," she admits, her voice cute if on the somewhat low side for a woman her age, as she gestures to one of the seats with a pen. "But it's actually kind of great, you're sort of like a... blank canvas!"\n\nYou pause in settling into the seat, your ass still in the air. ... That seems vaguely insulting but it's hard to actually quantify how, so you just finish sitting down and sort of wait.\n\n"Anyway, my name's Jayjay, I'm the manager here but we don't get hung up on titles," she continues breezily. "We're a little shorthanded and need someone to fill out any wait staff shifts possible. It's a temp-to-perm position so if you do well and decide you want to stay on, that's always an option... there's lots of opportunities to move into management, or other roles in our catering and private function business!"\n\n"Ah... okaaaay," you say slowly. "I mean, I guess I'm still a little confused about why I'm being approached for wait staff at a Shorties? I'm not exactly a hot woman... er, sorry, attractive lady?"\n\nJayjay blinks several times, briefly looking genuinely confused... then giggles, clapping a hand with short but glossy pink nails over her mouth. Then she clears her throat, and says, "Ah, I guess you haven't heard. Or didn't see the sign," she says, leaning forward across the desk and jutting her chest (such as it is) towards you.\n\nYou hesitate at the blatant invitation to stare, but... well, what else do you do? Doing your best to gaze respectfully, you lean forward and look at that flat chest (complete with little pokies), and... realize that the scribble over the top of the Shorties logo isn't just affectation, it's more text.\n\n'Femboy Shorties'\n\n"... uhhhh..." you say faintly as you settle back into your chair.\n\n"Guess you really didn't notice, huh?" Jayjay asks with another giggle, standing up partially, enough to bring her... his... hips up over the desk. Yup, those are the very classic little pink spandex Shorties shorts, so short they're practically bikini bottoms... and they have a noticeable bulge in the front. He plops himself back down in the chair and scoots back in, then says, "So yeah. No ladies here. Just a lot of cute bois and a ton of 'curious' customers."\n\n"I... see," you say, managing to get your brain to turn over again and sputter to life, albeit possibly needing an oil change. "Um. ... But I'm not really a... ... either."\n\n"Oh don't worry about that," Jayjay says, wagging that pretty little hand again. "We've got this new dealy called an 'autocloset' but it's super advanced stuff, it can change your appearance and then put you right back at the end of your shift. If you want," she adds in a teasing tone, hazel eyes glittering again. "I mean, it's not easy to find enough femboys interested in waitressing otherwise. Although we definitely do have a few 'naturals', the lucky bastards," he adds, the last slightly under his breath, before he shrugs and beams at you. "Anyway, that's what I meant by a 'blank canvas'. You're very, ah... well, just seems like the autocloset will have an easy time changing you and putting you back is all."\n\n"... I see," you repeat, your head spinning just a bit.\n\n"Anyway, here's the starting temp hourly for daytime shifts," Jayjay continues, passing over a sheet of paper. "Not including your tips, of course."\n\nYou hesitate just a little, but curiosity makes you accept it. You wind up staring a bit. "Uh... that's pretty generous. Especially since I've heard that Shorties pays kind of crap, if I'm entirely honest."\n\nJayjay grimaces both delicately and theatrically, shrugging. "Yeaaah regular Shorties still kind of sucks like that I think. Thing is since Femboy Shorties is actually doing waaaay better right now, they're willing to go in more on it. I mean, we're expected to be more, ah, old school with it, like you've maybe noticed, and you've gotta either be a natural femboy or willing to use the autocloset, so I guess they've gotta offer more competitive pay. The benefits are pretty good too, if you go permanent. I mean, y'know, employment-wise."\n\nYou guess this explains how nice a lot of the cars were in the employee parking area. Admittedly... at that rate... you guess you could almost see yourself parading around in tiny little pink shorts. ... Maybe even giggling a bit. ... Still...\n\nMaybe Jayjay senses your apprehension, since he shrugs. "I mean, if you're really not willing, we do actually need janitorial service too. But that's just minimum wage, I'm afraid, and you're not eligible for overtime until you go perm."\n\nOof, minimum wage. ... Still, janitorial is a job you're thoroughly familiar with, and doesn't involve any... weirdness. ... But the money...\n\n<hr>\n[[You'll be a "waitress".|MikeFBH1x1]]\n\n[[You'll be a janitor.|MikeFBH]]\n\n[[You'll pass.|MikeFBH]]

"I'd wanna talk to him first," you say after thinking it over.\n\nLita gives you a flat look. "Dad, you're not gonna do some cheesy bit out of a sitcom where you're polishing a shotgun when he gets here are you?"\n\n"No. I would never polish my shotgun in front of company, that's rude," you reply dryly. "No, seriously, I just want to meet him first, and I'll tell him the same thing I'm gonna tell you, that I have expectations for the two of you and expect them to be followed."\n\n"... Okay, well," Lita says after turning that one over a bit. "I'll bring him over tomorrow after school."\n\n"No, send him over by himself, I want a one-on-one."\n\n"Dad..."\n\n"No shotgun! Seriously!"\n\nEventually Lita is made to understand that yes, you seriously just want to have a chat with Perry before you're okay with the dating thing, and that she should hang out with other friends for a few hours while you do. The next day, at about the expected time, the doorbell rings and you open the door to find the boy in question there. Perry's a slim youth of barely above average height, on the pretty side with pale brown hair halfway down his neck and dark brown eyes. He's wearing a yellow jacket over a black hoodie and black jeans, his backpack slung over one shoulder, and as he sees you gives you a slightly nervous but still pleasant smile.\n\n<img src="images/Perry.png">\n\n"Oh, hello sir. I'm Per-... -ry," he murmurs, obviously caught between wanting to be a bit formal and the embarrassment of introducing himself as 'Peregrine'. "Um, Lita asked me to come over, she said you wanted to talk to me?"\n\n"Yeah, sure, come in. Here, you can hang up your jacket and bag there," you add, pointing at some hooks on the wall.\n\nSoon he's settled in a chair and you're across from him. "So basically, um, Lita said you just wanted to talk to me and, uh, be clear about stuff," he says.\n\n"Yeah, I'm not going to do any blustering or threatening, I just want you to know I do have expectations of good behavior, and I don't think I really need to spell those out to you," you note. "They should all be pretty obvious to a well-raised young man like you."\n\n"Oh, yes sir, absolutely, I'd never do anything to hurt Lita or mess up her life," Perry hurries to reply, nodding quickly. "Really, I'd do absolutely anything to assure you that I'm serious about her and have her best interests at heart!"\n\n<hr>\n[["Well, good then."|JackGirl]]\n\n[["... Absolutely anything, hmmmm?"|JackGirl]]

"Daaaad, Perry is a really great guy," Lita says with a pout. "Name one good reason that I shouldn't date him."\n\n"His parents named him after a Hobbit," you answer immediately in a flat tone.\n\n"<i>Dad</i>!" \n\n"Okay, okay, that's not a <i>good</i> reason," you admit, holding up your hands. "My reason stands mostly as I think you're still too young. And there's just a lot that can go wrong, so..."\n\n"Aw, Dad, c'mon, he's never been in any trouble, he's an honor student, his parents are on like fifteen different public service commitees, he's practically a pillar of the community already," Lita protests. "I mean, unless the issue is that you don't trust <i>me</i>?" she adds, eyeing you.\n\nThat's a trap if you ever saw one. Neverminding that you do actually trust her, as much as a parent <i>can</i> trust a teenager. And it's not that anything she says about Perry is wrong, per se, it's just... isn't fifteen so <i>young</i>? Maybe that's you feeling like maybe you rushed into things with Lita's mom, and you weren't even as young as that when you met her. Still, is it right to set that on Lita? Maybe it's best to let up. ... Or not. You waffle around on it in your own mind.\n\n<hr>\n[["Oh, fine."|JackGirl]]\n\n[["I'd have to talk to him first."|JackGirl4x2]]\n\n[["No way, no how."|JackGirl]]

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White MESA consults her tablet as she faces the large, thronelike structure in the center of the ill-lit room. "In only a month, we've stockpiled over 3000 gallons of Serum 47-B. Projections say that we'll run out of storage space in another two months. Our current supply is more than any potential scenario calls for needing in research for the next century." She pauses briefly, before adding, "With the amount of serum we've had to do Science with, we have incidentally created an antiserum. We could normalize the subject and release him... with his mind appropriately wiped, of course."\n\nMetallic black fingertips click together thoughtfully in the darkness. And then glowing red eyes fix on the white-skinned woman. "Keep a thousand gallons in reserve. Have the rest of it dumped into the water table of..." A quiet whirring, as of a hard drive spinning up. "Valleyton, Colorado. We'll revisit the issue in a month."\n\nWhite MESA tilts her head slightly. "Just in case you weren't aware, ma'am, with that amount of Serum 47-B at its current potency and the current estimated volume of reservoirs in Valleyton, there will only be a roughly 75% dilution rate. Was that your intention?"\n\n"Are you questioning me?"\n\n"Obviously not, ma'am. But it is good Science to double-check the goals of a project."\n\n"Just have it done, White. Tonight, and without getting found out."\n\n"Of course, ma'am."\n\n<b>Mike at AppAssure</b> End - <i>Horse factory</i>\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Back to Start.|CharGenMain]]

Deciding that maybe your first ever party since arriving in Japan would not be the best time to run wild and potentially get kicked out of both the party scene and possibly college (you're betting your allowance for tomfoolery is a lot lower than the other students', after all), you decide to play it safe and just hang out.\n\nSo you mingle with the crowd, talking to your fellow students (and, you think, just a lot of twenty-somethings who got invited anyway), chatting up and flirting lightly with several girls. It may not be as exciting as wild drugs and smoky back rooms, but you wind up relaxing and having a good time, and hey, there are still the antics of those who have overimbibed to keep you entertained. And isn't that the real benefit of staying at least mildly sober? you think with a grin as you watch a pair of naked people have a race across the room. That you get to be in control of your faculties enough to laugh at the people who are completely sauced?\n\nShirou touches base with you a few times, and as it starts getting early he says, "I think things are wrapping up. We should probably depart. Oh, did you get any of those raffle tickets?"\n\n"Oh, yeah." You dig in your pocket and pull out the small clump of them. You didn't drink heavily, but you did drink semi-steadily throughout the night, so you've accumulated a fair number of the tickets. \n\n"Let's head to the claim table then, sometimes they have truly interesting prizes."\n\nShirou leads the way over to a coat check-like area in the wall, handing his neatly-arranged stack of tickets to the girl behind the counter, leaving you to try and straighten yours out and stack them similarly while she's checking his. Shirou wins one of the 'Mid-Level' prizes on practically every ticket, and soon steps back with his bag full of gift cards and luxury toiletries to let you move in.\n\n"Alright, let's see, no win, no win, minor prize, no win, minor prize... oh, this is one of the main prizes," the girl says as she looks at your last ticket. "Congratulations! I'll just go put it in a bag with your other things."\n\n"Very nice," Shirou compliments you with a grin. "Do you feel a bit better now then?"\n\n"Yup, pretty decent night," you acknowledge cheerfully enough as you accept the glossy black bag that you're handed.\n\nOf course, on the train ride back, you sigh a little... the closer you get back to Hitasuneko, the more you're reminded of how you're kind of stuck with either spending all your money keeping it going for who-knows-how-long, or reopening it and putting up with the various levels of acrimony of the tenants you've been saddled with. Man, this is winding up feeling less like a gifted inheritance and more like some sort of vengeance from beyond the grave for a slight you didn't know you committed.\n\n"Oh well, at least I've got presents," you murmur, opening the bag and rummaging a bit. Looks like the minor prizes are just a thing of pocky and some scented sanitary wipes... ah, there's the box for your grand prize. Gold-colored cardboard, ritzy, you think with a grin as you set it on your lap, opening it to take a peek inside. Huh, looks like you've won-\n\n<hr>\n[[-a game console.|AusJP3x3]]\n\n[[-a statue.|AusJP]]\n\n[[-some sort of gadget.|AusJP]]\n\n[[-a box of panties?!|AusJP]]\n\n[[-... a toy stopwatch. What?|AusJP]]

It looks like it's one of those new "multi-consoles" that plays multiple types of older games that the companies don't really bother to keep a crackdown on since they're no longer making the consoles themselves. Oh, and looks like there's already a game in it too! An oooold one... 'Dragon Dynalords (X)'.\n\nHuh, that's weird. You're familiar with Dragon Dynalords... virtually everyone who hasn't deliberately avoided learning what an RPG is knows what Dragon Dynalords is, it's one of the most popular and longest-running JRPG franchises around. But you're pretty sure Dragon Dynalords X, or 10 rather, was released on a console that used DVDs, about ten or fifteen years ago at least now. The cartridge and box art both look authentically aged, and like the character style you remember having seen in passing for the original game, and the X (in parentheses) doesn't seem to have been added in after. Weird.\n\nIt's actually full morning when you get back to the Hitasuneko, and the girls are coming downstairs, Motoko yawning sleepily and looking like she's just wearing a long T-shirt, though she doesn't look bothered to be seen that way so maybe she's got shorts on under there. Nanako, of course, glowers at you. "What, were you out all night doing pervy things and giving foreigners an even worse name?"\n\nTrying not to take the bait, you instead say, "My senpai invited me to a party, and it seemed rude not to go."\n\nThat actually seems to have made her a bit sheepish, and she almost draws back behind Motoko. Ha! You actually won a round of Japanese Social Etiquette Dueling! Apparently. "Anyway, I won this and I was thinking I could plug it in down here so we could all use it," you explain as you take out the console and set it down on the table.\n\n"Ohhhhh, I've been wanting to get one of those for a long time, my uncle gave me a ton of his old games," Motoko says cheerfully as she walks over. "Wow, a vintage Dragon Dynalords... wait. Is that a... wow, no <i>way</i>! Hey, Shizue, it's got the X in parentheses!"\n\n"What?!" the usually shy girl squeaks, rushing over to stare at the cartridge. "It's... I think it might be real! It might be one of the real ones!"\n\nYou glance at Nanako curiously, but she just rolls her eyes in an exasperated way that practically says 'Nerds' silently. Noticing your confusion, Motoko grins and explains. "Okay, so Dragon Dynalords was invented by 'Wizard' Takashi, right?"\n\n"Yeah, they called him 'Wizard' because he was so good at doing things no one else could get the limited hardware to do," you agree, nodding. You know that much. "Dragon Dynalords is still one of the only 'classic' JRPG series that supports multiplayer."\n\n"Well there's another reason we call people a 'Wizard' over here and they said that was true about him too," Motoko says with a snicker, Shizue blushing and Nanako rolling her eyes again. "Anyway, they say when he put forward the concept for Dragon Dynalords, the studio made him cut out like half of the entire game, because otherwise it would require a second board inside the cartridge that would have to be made special, they didn't think some of the content was appropriate, they wanted more mass appeal, all that."\n\n"And that's the version of Dragon Dynalords everyone got," Shizue picks up. "But it's almost an urban legend that Takashi-sensei still went ahead and commissioned 100 custom cartridges to put his true vision on the market, and had them marked with an X in parentheses... the 'experimental' build of Dragon Dynalords. If this is really one of those, it's not only very valuable, it would be fascinating to see! I've always wanted to see Takashi-sensei's storywriting unfiltered, even if it's such an early effort."\n\n"And I love retro games <i>and</i> Dragon Dynalords, one of my favorite ways to put off doing my homework," Motoko declares proudly, despite that being something she really shouldn't be proud of at all. "Hey, you don't look <i>that</i> tired, wanna play up through at least the first save point together?"\n\n"O-oh, I... I wouldn't mind playing. Myself," Shizue says, getting a bit quieter with every word.\n\n"Hey I wanna play too!" Nanako blurts, then blushes when you all look at her. "H-hey, stop it. Dragon Dynalords is <i>super</i> mainstream, everyone plays it, it's not an otaku thing at all!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Play it with Motoko.|AusJP]]\n\n[[Play it with Shizue.|AusJP]]\n\n[[Play it with Nanako.|AusJP]]\n\n[[Go to bed and let them play it.|AusJP]]\n\n[[Are those more ports...?|AusJP3x4]]

You decide to start off slow by hanging out and mingling, which means snagging a bit of "mingling juice" to start off with, since it is after all a college party and not having any kind of drink at all in your hand sends its own potential message.\n\nThe guy behind the bar is the sort you've gotten used to at these functions... just big enough and imposing enough that he could handle someone rowdy, just clean-cut enough that he's trustworthy about the drinks he's making. Just that, obviously, he's the Japanese version of the guy you usually see at these. "Hey, new around here?" he asks cheerfully.\n\n"Yeah, guess that's obvious enough," you answer with a grin.\n\n"So since it's your first time, quick explanation. It's an open bar, but obviously it's on you to moderate yourself. If you get overly imbibed on anything, that's on you... and if you then do something embarrassing in public after leaving, you won't get invited back," he adds a bit solemnly. Then he's all smiles again as he continues. "Anyway, we've got a lot of great drinks, and there's a bonus to getting them too."\n\n"A bonus? At an open bar?" you ask, just a little incredulously. You could see some sort of purchase extra at a normal one, but when the drinks are already free...?\n\n"Yeah, it's to encourage people to at least have one or two drinks so that the party's more lively. We don't reveal the prizes until the end of the night though so that no one drinks themselves sick trying to win something in particular."\n\n"Ahhh."\n\n"Anyway, as you may have heard there are also a few stronger things than alcohol... purely up to you if you want to try those, but they're all safe. I mean, biologically they're safe, what you do on them is on you, so try to be careful. There are some privacy rooms if you meet someone, just don't try to barge into an occupied one... although if you want to skip the chatting-up phase, there's the Smoke Room."\n\n"'Smoke Room'?" you echo.\n\nHe glances around briefly as if just to be certain he's not being <i>too</i> blunt, then leans in a bit closer. "Truly anonymous sex. It's kept dim and smoky so that no one can really make out anyone else's identity. It's actually a string of rooms that gets progressively less inhibited the further you go on. Some people really get hooked on it. Though it's considered polite to never say you went in there, or what you did, so we didn't actually have this conversation even more than the other parts, right?"\n\nYou nod a little absently, deciding to just order a beer to start with as you mull all that over. A few moments later he sets a glass and a pink paper ticket in front of you, and you glance the ticket over for a moment before stuffing it in your pocket. So definitely sounds like this is the sort of college party that movies and books always promised you and the real thing never quite delivered. What to do...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to hook up.|AusJP]]\n\n[[Try "something stronger".|AusJP]]\n\n[[Try the Smoke Rooms.|AusJP]]\n\n[[Just hang out.|AusJP3x2]]

As you're considering, you look over the console, then point. "Oh, looks like it's got USB expansion slots so you can plug in more controllers than the ones it came with."\n\n"But Dragon Dynalords One was only two player at most, right?" Nanako mutters, before glancing away as if having not just revealed she does know something about old 'nerd' stuff.\n\n"Well it is the experimental super edition, who knows, maybe the old virgin actually made this one four-player," Motoko says with a snicker, turning and hurrying back to the stairs. "I'll go grab some more controllers and be right back!"\n\nSoon the PC controllers are plugged in, the console is hooked up to the TV, and the game is starting up. As the truly classic pixelated start screen perks up, you give a soft 'huh' as you select 'New Game' and one of the options is indeed 'New 4P'. "I guess we can all play at once."\n\n"Well start us up then, jerk!" Nanako almost snaps, jumping and giving her sister a betrayed look when she gets flicked on the ear.\n\nRolling your eyes, you nevertheless select that option and hit the 'A' button.\n\nThen you stagger as you suddenly go from sitting comfortably in a chair to standing on... a grassy plain? Your jaw drops as you look around, finding yourself not only outside but clearly miles (at least) from anything like civilization. You're also wearing some sort of outfit of grey pants and a white shirt, with gold-trimmed blue armored boots, chestplate, and pauldrons, and a sword sheathed at your side. "What the...?!"\n\n"HEY! What'd you do?!" Nanako demands from the side, with you turning to look... then quickly whipping your head away. "Huh?! Hey, why aren't you looking at me?!" Apparently not having noticed her own change in outfit, she looks down and realizes she's wearing a little blue capelet, and a red bikini made up of armor plates... very small armor plates, pretty much just enough to cover her nipples and pussy. "KYAAAAAAAAA!" she squeals, dropping down into a crouch and trying to cover herself as much as she can.\n\n"Oh woooow, this is wild," Motoko declares, drawing your attention. She's almost as scantily-clad as her sister, wearing nothing but a striped fur tubetop and a sort of drape around her hips that forms a crude skirt/loincloth, with a striped tail emerging from above and round tiger ears poking out of her hair. "Did we get pulled into the game? For real?"\n\n"No no no I wasn't prepared to be isekai'd into this game no no no I haven't done sufficient research I haven't even played this I haven't played the original in five years my knowledge isn't nearly encyclopedic enough I haven't finished reading up on agriculture techniques I'm not sure I remember the recipe for gunpowder no no no," Shizue chants to herself as she apparently has a little breakdown while clutching the sides of her head. She's wearing a largely decent simple white tunic-dress and gold headband, with the only titillating part being that the skirt is short enough that even her bending over slightly is showing off her thin white panties.\n\nAs you're still processing... well... everything... a window pops up in front of you. It's the fairly classic style 'blue background, white trim, white letters' you've seen on a lot of old games, with your apparent title (Hero) up at the top. Below it is a short list of what seem like fairly standard RPG options, 'Attack', 'Special', 'Command', and 'Item'. All of them but 'Command' are greyed out at the moment.\n\n"Ohhh, hey, that's interesting," Motoko declares breezily, staring at the air just off to the side of her. She definitely seems to be taking this in stride more than anyone. "I'm the 'Savage'. Ha, I only have 'Attack' and 'Special'! Well, a simple life is good, right?"\n\n"Ah... I'm the 'Cleric'," Shizue murmurs, seeming to have calmed down just a bit with the appearance of the window. "I have 'Special', 'Heal', and 'Item'. I guess I can't attack."\n\n"W-Warrior... Warrior is good!" Nanako blurts as she slowly stands up, still trying to cover herself. "Ha, I have 'Attack', 'Special', <i>and</i> 'Item'! Do you have all that, huh?" she demands, shooting you a glare.\n\n"Yes," you answer evenly, causing her to droop her head briefly in defeat. "I have something called 'Command', too, any idea what that is?"\n\n"Harem Master Power," Shizue says without apparently thinking, before her face goes solid red. \n\nYou blink and look at her, but she's staring at the ground now. You glance at Motoko, who sheepishly rubs the back of her head. "Yeaaah I think I heard about that. In the Wizard's version of Dragon Dynalords One, the girl party members aren't just his fellow warriors, they're also his harem. In the normal game the Hero could use 'Command' to have one of the other party members act on his turn instead, like if someone needed healing, but in the X version, there were apparently more options for having them do, uh, harem-y stuff."\n\n"<i>Why</i> would you <i>tell him that</i>?!" Nanako wails, clutching the sides of her head.\n\nMotoko shrugs, her boobs jiggling a bit in the rather minor restraint of her fur top. "Iunno, he'd probably figure it out anyway. Or Shizue would tell him once she could talk again."\n\n"Mrmrmnml," Shizue mutters.\n\n<hr>\n[["Well, uh, I just won't use that."|AusJP]]\n\n[["... MUAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!"|AusJP]]

Well, I've said the fetishes are too numerous to list, but I may as well try. Consider this a sort of informational warning, or an incentive if that's how you want to view it.\n\n<b>Common</b> \nThis is a short list of the stuff that I really quite like, so you're likely to see it crop up on some branch of almost every storyline you follow.\n\n<i>Anal\nLarge Insertions (without pain)\nBreast Enlargement\nMind Control\nVoluminous Cum\n</i>\n\n<b>Included</b>\nThis is just the stuff that's in the game somewhere, in various amounts. It's entirely likely for this list to lag behind or just forget something.\n\n<i>Incest\nBestiality\nVirgins\nTransformation\nBimbofication\nMind Alteration\nThreats\nBlackmail\nWatersports\nShemales\nMascot costumes\nMythological creatures\nParalysis\nLactation\nSnuff\nNecrophilia\nBreath control\nInfantilism\nSissification\nPublic nudity\n</i>\n\n[[Back.|Start]]

Walking around in a maid uniform all night sounds just silly enough to work as a costume for you, so you grin and point. "Sure, what the heck, I'll give 'Meido Honor' a try. You sure that's gonna fit, though? The character on the box looks pretty small."\n\n"I promise, sir, you will fit the costume," Atalanta replies, which you can't help but think is slightly odd phrasing. But then she's ringing you up so you put it out of your mind and pull out your credit card.\n\nOnce you get home, you get distracted by various other things and it's not until it's actually time to get dressed for the party that you actually get a chance to open the box and take a look, standing freshly-showered and naked beside the bed as you haul bits of the costume out. It definitely looks kind of small to you, but Atalanta seemed absolutely sure it would fit, and she didn't seem quite that slick a saleswoman to just up and bald-faced lie. You notice that besides the knee-high white stockings, dress, shoes, and wig, there's also a pair of blue and white striped panties. You consider wearing boxers instead... but eh, what the hell, it's just once a year, why not go all out? Snickering a bit to yourself, you step into the panties and slide them up, surprised when they do in fact fit, slipping up over your hips and settling into place against your ass and cock like they were molded to them.\n\nShrugging a little, you slip the dress on over your head, wiggling your arms through the sleeves and tugging it down, the slightly poofy shoulders settling into place over your own as if they were sleek and slender enough to not give any problems. You button it up, then put on the frilly white apron that goes over it and pull the ties for that snug around your slender waist. Humming happily, you sit down on the edge of the bed, slipping your cute little toes into one of the stockings and sliding it up your sleek, hairless calf until it's just over your knee, then repeating the process for the other. Slipping your feet into the dainty, highly-polished black shoes, you hop up and pull on the wig with the frilly maid hat already attached, settling the very pink thing into place and giving a few motions of your head to make the long braid sway.\n\nYou skip a bit as you head into the bathroom, grinning brightly at your reflection in the mirror and striking a pose. "Ah, I'm adorable!"\n\n"Everyone at the party's going to love me!" you chirp happily, giggling a little as you lower your hands. ... Wait, hm, is something... off?\n\n<hr>\n[[Naaah. Time for the party!|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[... Why is everything higher up?|BuddyOct15x2]]

"UWAAAAAH!" you shriek, which in itself is kind of odd, but you're a little distracted by flinging your hands up to the sides of your head. "I'm... I'm short!" you shriek, then blink at the sound of your voice. "... I'm a <i>girl</i>!" you wail additionally, quickly yanking the front of your skirt up and looking down. "... I'm not a girl," you correct a little blankly, looking at the bulge in the front of the striped panties. Hooking a thumb into the front of them, you draw them out a little. Your dick... might be a little smaller, but you have to admit it's probably, well, prettier, without a single hair to be seen. For that matter, your legs seem to be completely smooth too.\n\n"W-what happened?" You murmur, leaning forward to stare at your undeniably adorable and not-you reflection. You raise a hand to pinch your cheek, giving a soft 'ow' after, then tug on the braid in an attempt to get the wig loose. "Ow!" No, it's not a wig anymore, it's actually your hair!\n\n"Okay, okay, calm down me, calm down," you whisper frantically to yourself, hands going to your cheeks as you pace back out into the bedroom. "This isn't my body, I'm shorter, no matter how you look at it a costume doesn't make you shorter let alone shave your balls. This is... this is weird. Is it... magic?" You bite your thumbnail. Magic isn't real! ... On the other hand you've lost a fair bit of height, your hair is now a braid almost as long as you are tall, and you don't seem to have body hair below the eyebrows. So you guess magic makes sense... for some meaning of 'makes sense'. Why is this happening?! Wait, didn't Atalanta keep stressing that the costumes were 'authentic'? Like she said that several times, you're pretty sure.\n\nThey must know what happened! Maybe this was on purpose!\n\n<hr>\n[[Rush to the shop.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[Check the box.|BuddyOct15x3]]

Maybe there's some sort of instructions you missed. You rush back to the box to look through it, and soon find, half tucked under a fold in the cardboard, a little glossy bit of paper with lettering on it.\n\n<center><b>Before donning costume</b>\nplease be aware that it will alter your body\nfor full cosplay authenticity. This is high\nquality magecraft, brought to you in the name of\nthe best and most accurate cosplay. The spell will\nlast from the donning of the costume until\nsunrise, usually.\nTo avoid issues, please heed the following:\n* Avoid becoming separated too much from costume. Under no circumstances should costume be entirely lost, destroyed, or should other clothing be put on over it or instead of it.\n* Avoid overindulging in sexual intercourse. Too many orgasms may convince your body its new configuration is accurate.\n* Avoid mingling magics from other enchanted costumes or alteration spells. This can produce unexpected side effects.\n* Some costumes, especially the Full-Grade Accessorized costumes, may attract magical entities that fit with their dynamic. Please be aware and prepared.\n</center>\n\n"Tell me that sooner!" you shout, tossing the paper to the floor. Huffing, you rub your face with both hands. Okay. So long as you don't, like... burn the costume or something stupid, you'll apparently turn back when the sun comes up. As strange as it seems, you'll apparently be fine. \n\nStill, you now have to figure out what to do with the rest of the evening. You suppose you could just go to the party, like you planned... you've got, admittedly, a costume that should surprise everyone when they hear it's you. Though you're not sure if you could entirely live down appearing before everyone as such a pretty little girlyboi.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go to the party.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[Stay in.|BuddyOct15x4]]

Yeah, no, your weird-o-meter is too pegged to think about going out like this. You consider for a few moments, then pull off the apron and dress part of the costume, as well as the frilly hat and saddle shoes, and tuck them into the box they came in. There, that should be a good compromise between keeping some of the costume on and keeping some of it safe. You do feel a bit awkward padding around in kneehigh stockings and panties, but you're not quite willing to risk going naked after what the little sheet said.\n\nYou turn off all the lights downstairs before heading to the upstairs media room, so that the TV's flickering won't attract any overenthusiastic trick-or-treaters. Flopping onto the couch, you begin channel-surfing, trying to take your mind off your own mostly-naked, very slender and pretty body.\n\nEventually, though, you wind up on one of the porn channels. You're not much of a porn maniac, but hey, every guy has needs so you keep one subscription active. Tonight somehow you find yourself mesmerized by the sight on the screen, watching as the large-breasted Latina woman pulls down the man's sweatpants over the bulge in them, his truly impressive cock springing free and wobbling near her face. You slowly set down the remote as she begins pumping it with one hand, sliding her brightly-painted lips up and down the side of the shaft.\n\nYour own cock stiffens, stretching out your panties and making you shift slightly uncomfortably. But you can't seem to stop watching as the woman slides her mouth over that fat prick and starts bobbing her head, your teeth worrying your lower lip gently as you shift in place, occasionally glancing down your smooth, flat chest and stomach to the bulge of your cock stretching out your panties, a little damp spot appearing on a blue stripe.\n\nBy the time she's flopped onto her back on the bed and he's started pushing that fat prick between her pussylips, you give in, pulling the panties down over your cock and letting it spring free as well, the fabric settling to rest against your balls. You wrap a hand around your shaft and begin stroking it... it's not quite as small as you first thought, but definitely long and slender and pretty, kind of like the rest of you. You let your eyes half-lid as you moan softly, your own girlish voice just serving to arouse you further as you stroke your pretty prick, running a hand down your flat, girlish stomach and cupping your smooth balls. The instructions said not to cum too much... but one should be okay, right? you tell yourself as your pleasure builds.\n\nFinally you throw back your head, giving a sweet, feminine cry as you jerk your hips upward, your pert, pantied ass lifting off the couch as your cock shoots several long ropes of cum across your girlish belly. You slump against the leather, breathing hard and gasping, eyes closed as you come down from a somehow more intense orgasm than any you've had before. Wow, apparently this cute little body is really sensitive! you think as the moans and gasps of the porn continue, then are replaced by the sound of voices in typical sex-scene-leadup conversation.\n\nThough when you raise your head, you get a surprise, your eyes widening some at the scene. A pretty young man, probably in his early twenties, slender with shoulder-length blonde hair, is kneeling at the side of the bed, sucking the very large, very fat cock of a hairy, portly man with a beard. The camera slides around to the side, giving a view of the twink's own stiff prick jutting up from between his legs, pretty brown eyes turned upward as he deep-throats the bear of a man's dick. The porn channel must be running one of its occasional 'bi nights', which you've usually avoided for the obvious reasons.\n\nAnd yet the scene sends another surge of stiffness through your cock, and an excited shiver through your body. You find your eyes locked on the pretty (though not as pretty as you) boy's lips as they slide down that thick pole... no, they're as much locked on that pole, your tongue flicking along your lips without you thinking about it.\n\n<hr>\n[[Keep watching.|BuddyOct15x5]]\n\n[[Turn it off.|BuddyOct]]

While something you never had any interest before, you now find you can't really take your eyes off the slender prettyboy blowing the big, overtly masculine man. Your hand begins slowly stroking your prick again, your lips parted softly as your breathing gradually speeds up again, tongue flicking lightly across your lips. You'd expect that if you'd suddenly discovered being turned on by the thought of gay sex, that you would have at least imagined yourself as being on the receiving end of the blowjob. But you find your thoughts consumed by wanting to feel your lips wrapped around that fat, throbbing cock, taste it against your wet, licking tongue, feel it push your throat open as you pushed your lips down into the thick forest of black hair sprouting around the base of his shaft and balls.\n\nSoon you're leaning your head back, closing your eyes briefly and imagining yourself on your knees in front of a man... several flit through your mind, from the one onscreen to just generic ideas to ones you know... before you open your eyes and lift your head. The bear is hauling the twink up and bending him over the bed, moving behind him to slap that thick prick against his pert boyish ass. You bite your lower lip, then shift up onto your knees on the couch, bending over with your chest on one of the arms and sliding your panties down around your thighs. You slip two fingers past your pretty pink lips as you watch the bear lubing up, swirling your tongue around them and practically drooling on them. Then you reach back and start teasing at your pucker, gasping in surprise and pleasure at how sensitive it is, your cock giving a jump in your other hand as the sensation runs through you.\n\nAs the bear pushes his fat cock into the moaning blonde, you push your fingers into your own asshole, feeling it penetrated for the first time. You moan at how tight you are around your own digits, but more how good it feels. Is this magic, or is it just how good it feels to have something in your ass. Either way you keep pushing in your fingers as deep as you can in this position, and then start pumping them in and out as the portly man begins thrusting into his onscreen partner. Your soft, girlish moans overlap with the somewhat stereotypical but still more masculine moans of the young man onscreen as both of you revel in the pleasure of anal stimulation. You can't even deny at this point that you love it... you're too busy wishing someone with a big, fat cock as here to pound you up the ass and make you cum. You continue pumping your slender shaft with one hand while finger-fucking yourself with the other, eventually closing your eyes and ignoring all but the sounds of fucking on the screen, focusing on your own imagination of some big burly man with a huge cock slamming it into you mercilessly until you cum.\n\nPanting, you open your eyes and sit back on the couch, looking at the splatters of white across the leather of the couch. Blushing, you pull the panties up and move to grab some kleenex, doing your best to clean up. You settle back once you're done, puffing your cheeks out in slight annoyance at the screen, which has switched to a lesbian scene... something you can't seem to stir any interest in at the moment. You're kind of still thinking how good your fingers felt in your ass, and that it would probably feel even better with something longer, and thicker...\n\n... on the other hand, that sheet did say something about 'too many orgasms'. Two should be fine (right?) but how risky do you want to play this?\n\n<hr>\n[[Find something to fuck your ass with.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[Call it a night.|BuddyOct15x6]]

Probably best to play it safe. Besides, you let out a bit of a yawn as the repeated surges of adrenaline (and other fun brain-chemicals) start to taper off. Turning off the TV, you pad back to your bedroom. Peeling out of the panties and stockings, you put them away with the rest of the costume before flopping into bed, pulling a pillow to you and hugging your petite little body around it, closing your eyes and quickly drifting off to sleep.\n\nWhen you wake up light is streaming in through the windows. You rub your head a little as you sit up, then glance down at yourself, letting out a huff of relief (and maybe a tiny bit of disappointment) as you see your own, relatively broad and masculine shoulders and chest back, as well as your own (mildly hairy, you do trim) cock and balls. You glance around and spot the costume wig laying on one of your pillows, and pick it up to eye it for a moment.\n\n<hr>\n[[Put the costume away forever.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[Find out more about it.|BuddyOct15x7]]

You'd be lying if you said you weren't a little... intrigued... by last night's happenings. Your transformed body looked really cute... and felt really good. But before you risk it, you really need to know a little more about it.\n\nYou check the time, then call up Cosplay Casbah. Soon enough the answer comes through, Atalanta's calm voice saying, "Cosplay Casbah, we make your costume experience come alive."\n\n"Yeah, I noticed that," you reply, a little wryly. "Hi, I was in the other day, and bought the, uh... 'Meido Honor' costume?"\n\n"Ah, yes sir, did you enjoy it? Were there any problems?"\n\n"The... effect was a surprise," you hedge. "But I suppose I enjoyed it. I have a few questions, though," you continue, looking at the little glossy strip of paper.\n\n"By all means, I will answer whatever I can."\n\n"Alright, what does 'becoming separated' from the costume mean?"\n\n"Generally that means 'out of your possession'. If you lose a large portion of it, or someone were to take it away from you with the intent of keeping it and were allowed to do so more than twenty-four hours or so, or you threw it away somewhere. As long as you consider it to be actively in your own possession, you should be fine."\n\n"Huh. Okay, good. And I can't wear anything over it, or instead of it, while I'm...?"\n\n"Correct. Small accessories are permissable, but with that particular type of costume, nothing else can be worn."\n\nYou make a mental note of that, since the qualifier seemed relevant, and continue. "And this stuff about other spells, or attracting magical entities...?"\n\n"I wouldn't worry about those, unless you're going to an event where someone is likely to be using magic. That costume isn't properly accessorized for drawing in people fitting with Astol-, ah, the character's dynamic."\n\n"Okay." You can feel your face warm as you clear your throat and push on for the last question, which seems the most important considering what you've started thinking of using this costume for. "And... what exactly counts as 'overindulging in sexual activity'?"\n\n"Hm, I suppose that one is a little vague," Atalanta admits, and you can practically picture her glancing down and putting a fingertip to her lip. "But as I understand it, 'overindulging' means 'going far beyond the number of orgasms you expected to have'. If you were expecting to have no orgasms, or even only the vague possibility of one or two, then as few as three or four might be too many."\n\nYou blink slowly, feeling your cock stir a little. "... So if when I put it on, I was thinking 'I'm going to have as many as possible'...?"\n\n"Then you would probably be safe having as many as possible," Atalanta answers evenly, as if that were the sort of thing people asked all the time. Though you suppose maybe they do, considering.\n\n"Ah. Well, thank you very much, then, miss," you say after a moment.\n\n"My pleasure, sir. As a general note, that character is possessed of superhuman stamina and durability, but still please be careful and don't overexert yourself all at once. Please have a good day, and we look forward to seeing you again sometime soon," she concludes, the line closing.\n\nYou glance over at the box containing the costume. So. Apparently you could change into it, let it alter your body, and then undress again and leave it in its box here in your house, where it's clearly in your possession. ... Of course then you'd have to go around naked because you can't wear anything over it. Still, you've got a number of ideas of fun things you could do right here in the house after a little prep, especially if you have the right mindset and don't have to worry about the number of times you cum.\n\nOn the other hand, a different thought is tickling your head. Last night, when you were changed, you got consumed by thoughts of getting fucked, and having your cute little body writhing and bucking as a cock pounded your ass. That thought is still in there... but right now the image of that cute, pink-haired body writhing and bucking also has your cock stirring at the thought of being what's getting pounded into it. What if you got someone else to wear the costume...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Have fun on your own.|BuddyOct16x1]]\n\n[[Get someone else to wear it.|BuddyOct15x8]]

The thought of having your own cute little boi-toy kind of takes your mind to a few wicked places just off the bat. Too you noticed last night that the change had influenced your thoughts, made you more... well, submissive, to judge by the fantasies you had while jerking it to the porn. So likely anyone who wore it would be more pliable... which, hopefully, would wind up with them on hands and knees moaning and gasping in that adorable voice as you plowed their cute little ass.\n\nOff the top of your head, you can think of two guys you could fairly easily and conceivably trick into wearing the costume for you. The first is [[Cody|BuddyOct]], who's practically your best friend. Which would make you feel a little bad about turning him (quite likely permanently) into a feminine male sexpot, but then again you kind of doubt he'd mind once he'd had a few of those wonderfully intense orgasms like you had last night. Besides he's already got a rather sweet, caring personality that would fit right into the changes the costume made to yours, he was practically born to bop around being an adorable girlyboi maid.\n\nThe other is [[Kristov|BuddyOct]], someone who you're not even sure why you're friends with. He's honestly kind of a bully and a jerk... and that makes the thought of turning him into some 5'3" trap and bending him over a table to pound him into a writhing, panting, pleading-for-more mess is all the more appealing. You know just where Kristov's weakness is, too, and are pretty sure you could easily manage a situation where he'd feel obligated to wear the costume (obviously without knowing what it would do). He'd make quite the bratty little sextoy... but that could be cute too.

"W-what?!" Candy squeaks, eyes going wide.\n\n"Ooooo, yeah, I wanna see it too!" Nyalter suddenly joins in, eyes sparkling as she leans over. "I knew it would look good but it would be great to actually see it!"\n\n"The Owner does make very lovely and aesthetic cocks," Atalanta throws in. "It's always nice to see them 'in the wild' as it were."\n\n"Honestly I'm kind of fascinated just to see it, you're already such a lewd succubus right now, it's gotta be a hell of a thing to see you with a cock, too," you chime in.\n\n"But... but... but..." Candy looks around at all three of you, as if hoping one will relent... then sighs and hangs her head. "... Fine. But not <i>here</i>, okay?!"\n\n"Certainly, there are private rooms up that set of stairs there," Atalanta notes, pointing over at a staircase with a sign attached showing Lizzie's face making smoochy-lips. \n\nCandy follows along after the cat twins with you bringing up the rear, acting more like she's being marched to an execution than... well, this. But Cody was always the shy sort, you muse, and the Candy costume seems to have only exacerbated that. The room Atalanta leads everyone to isn't terribly big, and is clearly set up as a party 'fuck room' since there isn't a lot in it but the bed, some chairs, and a dresser with various cleanup materials (and some dildos and lube bottles too, looks like). "Do I really have t-" Candy asks as she turns, then sighs as she sees all three of you are still staring at her. "... Fine."\n\nBlushing and looking aside, she lifts up the front of her skirt. And indeed, contained in white satin panties is a very impressive bulge... a heavy press downward of large balls, and the slight jut of the shaft above them... which, from the way the head's pressing out against the fabric, indicates that despite all the blushing and protests, your friend is getting a bit turned-on by all of this. "Th-there, see?! Happy?!"\n\n"Hey, obviously we wanna actually see it," Nyalter literally purrs as she slips forward, Atalanta doing the same from the other side.\n\n"Yes, though it looks quite lovely in those panties, the point was to see it directly."\n\n"H-hey!" the pink-haired succubus squeals as the catgirls both hook their fingers into the waistband of her panties and pull them down. There's just a bit of a spring and a wobble of the shaft as it's freed from the satin, showing that yes she has indeed gotten almost half-hard. And you have to admit, what Atalanta said holds true, it's a <i>very</i> pretty cock. Hairless, smooth, not a blemish in sight, balls that look soft and smooth to the touch despite their size, silky-looking skin... definitely a rather pretty penis worthy of being called a girldick, some slightly dissociated part of your brain observes.\n\nConsidering, though, you're not terribly surprised when the sisters lean in and start dragging their tongues over that lovely cock and those hefty smooth balls, Candy letting out another squeal of surprise that turns into a moan. "A-ah... ah, they're... they're kind of rough," she whimpers softly, though from the way her shaft is rapidly hardening that's clearly not entirely a bad thing. She wiggles and squirms in place, still holding up her skirt as the catgirl duo kisses and licks at her, Nyalter sucking one of her balls into her mouth and Atalanta the other, both of them looking up at the succubus intently... though from this angle you're not sure if they're looking at her cute, blushing, moaning face, or her lewd, big, wobbling tits.\n\n<hr>\n[[Join in.|BuddyFHP5x2]]\n\n[[Enjoy the show.|BuddyFHP]]

Before you've really thought about it, you've moved forward to sink down onto your knees in front of Candy, your hands joining Atalanta and Nyalter's in resting on the succubus's bare hips. Candy whimpers softly, unable to form a coherent protest as your mouth closes over the head of that very pretty cock and starts suckling gently.\n\n'Wonder if oral skills were included in this Mystic Code thing?' you muse a bit distractedly as you start bobbing your head a bit, turning your head slightly side-to-side as you work your lips and tongues over Candy's cock. That definitely seems something that this mysterious Owner would do, you muse as you start rolling your tongue, making little gently 'come hither' motions with the tip of it along your friend's prick. Either that, or seeing such an impressively pretty prick is just inspiring of wanting to suck it.\n\nThe cat-twins break from sucking Candy's balls to quickly wiggle out of their clothes... in fact it's remarkable just how fast they're able to strip down to just their collars. Of course as fast as that was, it takes them even less time to pull off your scant clothing while you're still busily sucking Candy's cock, sliding it down your throat with surprising ease, in fact shivering a little at just how good it feels spreading your throat open and settling deeper inside you. Then both of them settle to their knees and lean in, starting to kiss and lick at the sides of the whimpering, trembling succubus's shaft. Deciding to be good and share, you slide your head back and off, joining them in moving up and down the length at the sides and underside, all of you's tongues passing over it, occasionally flicking together... Candy's right, theirs are just a little bit rough.\n\nSoon you find yourself and Nyalter frenching each other around Candy's cockhead, your tongues working together as your lips press around it until they touch. Atalanta meanwhile has ducked down to suck at your breasts, cupping them and squeezing gently as she suckles one fat nipple and then the other, that gently-rough cat's tongue making you shiver, moaning softly with pleasure around Candy's sensitive flesh. You can feel it as both of them start purring as well, the thrum of Atalanta's intensifying the pleasure on your breasts Nyalter's passing through your lips and tongue and Candy's prick. The source seems to be the sisters having tucked their tails between each other's legs, rubbing and stroking, and their purrs only get louder as you grip their asses in both hands and squeeze.\n\nCandy doesn't last long once Nyalter begins purring, though, giving a loud, squealing "Kyaaaaaaaaa!" and trembling in place as her prick twitches and jumps against your lips, firing off long ropes of cum that mostly fall onto the floor, though a few manage to hit your ass and dribble down your back due to your more direct position in front of her. You and Nyalter shift your kiss more to the tip, catching the next few spurts and rolling your tongues through them and across the freshly sensitive tip.\n\n"Ah... ah... guys... guys please... I need a minAH!" Candy squeals as all three of you surge up and towards her.\n\nSeconds later she's been relieved of her maid dress, reduced to just her stockings and shoes as she squirms, whining softly with embarrassment and pleasure as Nyalter's head bobs quickly, pale-furred feline ears flicking as she deep-throats that throbbing cock, which hasn't flagged in the least despite just cumming. You and Atalanta, meanwhile, have both fastened your mouths around her nipples, suckling at those big tits. You have one hand on Candy's balls, gently fondling them with the idea of encouraging them to fill again, while Atalanta's hand has tucked beneath yours, the soft, wet sounds of her fingers indicating that she's stirring up the succubus's pussy. \n\n"Ohhhh... p-please... I'm... I'm either gonna pass out or lose my miiiiind," Candy whines, shuddering as Nyalter smoothly deepthroats her entire prick in one go again, hips unable to help jerking up as Atalanta's fingers thrust in deep and your hand squeezes gently at the same time.\n\nBut none of you let up, just continuing to suck and play with those big fat tits of hers, to suck that pretty perfect cock, to play with those smooth, steadily more full balls, to fingerfuck that tight little sex-demon pussy as Candy whimpers and shudders and mewls and pleads for mercy even as her body betrays her and begs for more. When she finally goes off it's with an almost banshee shriek, her hips jerking up hard and hilting her prick in Nyalter's mouth, her balls lifting in your hand and her pussy gushing around Atalanta's fingers as she cums hard enough that her cock can almost be seen throbbing in the bulge of Nyalter's throat.\n\nShe settles to the bed, panting, as all three of you pull back, Nyalter swallowing visibly, both cat sisters' tails swaying smugly. Candy lays there, breathing hard, the sweat-gleaming mounds of her massive mammaries rising and falling, her cock still hard and twitching, dripping a few last bits of cum down onto her perfect, flat belly.\n\n<hr>\n[["Ah... you okay there?"|BuddyFHP]]\n\n[["Heheh, teasing her is fun~!"|BuddyFHP]]

<b>Choices and (Choices)</b>\nMost of the time your character will be in charge of their own fate, making their own decisions and suffering the consequences or reaping the rewards. However, sometimes in some of the story branches, your character may be deprived of any ability to do anything whatsoever. At others, it may be another character who's making a decision or answering a question. At those points you the player are ASSUMING DIRECT CONTROL and making choices purely based on where you want the story to go. In these instances, choices will be (enclosed in parentheses).\n\n<b>Game Over</b>\nIf you see the Game Over text, don't immediately think you have to reload and start all over. Clicking the Game Over option will generally give you an epilogue for your character from that storyline. It will also generally offer options for going back to the last major choice, going back to the start of the current storyline, or going back to character generation.\n\n<b>Continuity</b>\nThere isn't any. A character may be a complete skirt-chaser and ladykiller when you pick one choice involving him, and complete Hard Gay when you make another. Reality such as it is in the game diverges almost every time you make a choice. Some elements are always there as part of the setting you currently inhabit, but may just never come up, even though logic says the choice you made shouldn't affect them doing so. Just kick logic to the curb and enjoy the game!\n\n<b>Sex Level</b>\nSome of the stories contain way more sex than others. Some are pretty much pure porn every time you click. Others have a focus on story, with sex only occurring in the natural course (or sometimes as the ending). And, as noted on the intro page, there's very little ground left uncovered as far as kinks and fetishes go. If you find yourself not enjoying the sex content of a story, feel free to start over and choose another path, you're bound to eventually find something that fits your taste!\n\n<b>Branching</b>\nEvery choice you make affects the storyline you're playing. Some storylines (like the Jace the Monster Hunter ones) are fairly "tight"... once you've chosen a monster to hunt, all choices lead you in the same general direction, with the same cast of players and the same goal in sight. Other storylines (like the Worldland mascot ones) diverge fairly wildly with almost every single choice leading in an entirely different direction, able to bring in whole different characters and situations between two different paths.\n\nThe important thing to remember is, <i>there is no copypasted content</i> and <i>no two choices lead to the same end</i>. The choices may lead you to very similar outcomes in some cases, but each is all new written text. Consider it like alternate realities in a TV show... sure, you're having the same conversation, but now your best guy buddy is your cute blonde girlfriend instead.\n\n[[Back.|Start]]

<b>October 2, 2018</b>\n* Buddy can throw a hardcore [[Hell-themed BDSM|BuddyOct4x1]] Halloween party.\n<b>October 3, 2018</b>\n* More of Buddy's BDSM Halloween party.\n* Some more work on [[SIMFITE|GG-FFStart]]\n<b>October 4, 2018</b>\n* More work on SIMFITE. Tifa's scenes under John Bigballs are complete!\n<b>October 8, 2018</b>\n* Holly can now [[fuck the wicked out of|HollyWitch1x5]] the hoodlums on her street.\n<b>October 9, 2018</b>\n* Playing catchup on what was started yesterday since I got derailed by some bad news.\n<b>October 11, 2018</b>\n* Cyan the demon can elect to give the dying demoness in the wastes some energy [[from herself|GGHell1x2]].\n<b>October 12, 2018</b>\n* More of Cyan and Viorika going to see Hrungar.\n* Cyan can now make an [[RPG FPS|GGCandy5x9]] as a vidya witch. (The "make your own" option has been replaced since this is the obvious result of that anyway.)

* <b>Main:</b> Decided I didn't like the dated update style, so decided to switch it up. Instead from now on, when something new is added to the update, it will be tagged with "Main", when I work on the same thing again later in the update, it won't have that tag. Should make scrolling through the incremental updates and the dev diaries smoother too.\n* <b>Main:</b> There's a new attraction in [[AnimalLand|AnimallandStart]] for Sam to check out.\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can now decide to [[watch a movie|HollywoodStart]] in HollywoodLand.\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can now ask Santa for a [[super family|XmasSantaStart]].\n* More with Eric and his new [[super family|RunFF1x1]].\n* <b>Minor</b>: Added a bit more description to the various members of the Eclectics [[when Eric first meets them|CC3x1]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Changed Mike's [[soda testing|MikeAppSoda1x1]] option for Cola Crocodile to Guarana Gator and worked on that.\n* More work on Eric's new superfamily.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can now check out the [[Taimanin Asagi|GGPorn3x1]] clip in her VR porn.\n* <b>Main:</b> When playing the female standard character in the FF7 sim, Erica can choose [[the default name|FF7F1x1]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can use the silver tongue stud to tell female Ranma [[he's going to fuck her|RanStud1x2]]

Trying to shake off the dream, you stand up and make your way downstairs, hoping you don't look too much of a mess. Coming to the entryway, you unlock the door and swing it open. "Yes, can I help you?"\n\nStanding on your welcome mat is a rather striking looking woman. She looks a bit shorter than you, with long blonde hair that almost comes to her ankles in back, cut straight across her forehead... above her red eyes. Red eyes or not, her face is pretty, if a little stern-seeming just by the set of it. Her slender neck has a broad black ribbon choker wrapped around the middle of it and fastened with a raven-shaped silver clasp, and she's wearing a long-sleeved, thin, tight black shirt that scoops forward over her generous breasts, and a full-length black skirt. She looks at you with that flat, almost stern expression for several moments, before solemnly informing you, "Someone has broken eggs against your door."\n\nYou stare at her for a moment, until it somehow clicks... that's the voice of the headless horsewoman. Just... minus all the scary reverb. It takes your brain a few seconds to even try to catch up to the realization last night wasn't a dream, before you're kicked into gear. "Uh, yeah, some little bast-... um, yeah. Er, come in, please," you add, stepping back and gesturing ahead.\n\n"Thank you," the woman replies with a solemn nod, stepping past your threshold and continuing on through the hall as you close the door and hurry after her. She stops at the entry of your living room, red eyes scanning around, even upward to examine the ceiling, before she moves to the couch and primly sits, folding her hands on her lap. \n\n<hr>\n[[Offer her refreshments.|BuddyOct17x11]]\n\n[[Try to make conversation.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[Be blunt.|BuddyOct]]

"Er, can I get you anything to eat or drink? I don't have a lot that's just ready to go, I'm afraid I just woke up, so..." You trail off, not sure what to offer some weird occult creature that looks like a (very attractive) woman when it invites itself over.\n\n"Whatever you have will be sufficient," she answers primly.\n\nNodding numbly, you head into the kitchen. Luckily you have some cookies left over from last night, so after making up a plate of those and taking out one of the chilled glasses to pour her some milk, you take them back into the living room and set them on the coffee table in front of her. She blinks a bit in apparent surprise, looking mildly dubious as she reaches forward and picks up one of the somewhat lumpy cookies. She eyes it briefly, then tucks part of it into her mouth... and you watch as those red eyes instantly light up with delight. Her expression is, if anything, "extremely mild shock", but her eyes definitely don't lie, and she rather quickly makes short work of the cookie. Then her pale cheeks color somewhat, and she clears her throat before picking up the glass and sipping it in very proper fashion. "Yes, this will do quite nicely."\n\nQuirking an eyebrow at that, you decide not to ask, instead settling into one of the chairs that faces the couch. "My name's Buddy, by the way."\n\n"I know. Ah, pardon me," she murmurs, as if worried that sounded rude, her fingertips briefly touching her pale pink lips. "That isn't a proper answer at all. Instead allow me to introduce myself in kind. I am Ciara. I am a Dullahan. I imagine you've not heard of them...?"\n\n"It sounds... vaguely familiar?" you murmur, frowning a little in thought. "I mean, I... I guess I kind of remember the thing about... y'know... your head not being attached...?" you venture a little worriedly.\n\n"It is attached enough at the moment, thank you," she replies in such a crisp tone that you think you might have bordered on being rude... or at least a sensitive subject. She clears her throat (is it just your imagination or is there a little extra noise when she does that?) and picks up another cookie. "But yes. There are a number of legends, but the truth is that I come to collect the souls of those who have failed to find rest for whatever reason, or those who have somehow eluded their fate through unnatural means. It's true, though, that those who see me are doomed to die..." She pauses, then adds, "When I am about my work in my armor. Your neighbor who was peering from behind their curtains at me a few minutes ago is fine."\n\n"There's a relief. I suppose," you add in a wry tone, unable to help grinning when her own lips quirk just a tiny bit. "You uh... you said you could keep me from being doomed, though?"\n\n"Whatever I may be I am still a knight, and it displeases me to think of repaying chivalry with ill fortune. So I will do my best to dispell your doom. That means I will need to remain near to you in this state for some time, until the doom gradually parts from you and returns to being part of my own aura."\n\n"Oh. Uh, by remain near me, you mean...?" You trail off.\n\n"I live here now, yes," she supplies evenly, finishing off her milk and subtly wiping a fingertip across her upper lip. "Please show me to my room."\n\n"Oh. Right. Uh..." You blink a few times, trying to think.\n\n<hr>\n[[The guest bedroom.|Ciara]]\n\n[[The pool house.|BuddyOct17x12]]\n\n[[Let her pick her room.|Ciara1x1]]

If you're going to have to put up with this weird... monster, fairy, ghost, whatever-she-is in your house, you admit that you kind of want it as far from you as possible. "Why don't you stay in the pool house?" you suggest.\n\n"The... pool house," she repeats, obviously slightly taken aback.\n\n"Yeah, it's furnished and everything so you should be pretty comfortable, and it should afford you some privacy and all," you explain, doing your best to spin this as a positive. "I mean it's basically like having your own little separate home here on the grounds!"\n\n"... Yes, well, I suppose," she acknowledges, still seeming rather dubious. All the same she follows you as you get up and head out into the back yard, past the pool itself and to the decently-sized building next to it. You open the sliding glass door for her and gesture her inside, and she steps in, once more looking a bit dubiously at the furnishings. You did outfit the place more for somewhere to get out of the sun and relax during pool parties than to be a proper living space, after all, so the furniture is mostly of the sort with cushions that can stand getting wet, and the mattress in the small bedroom is inflatable. "This is my abode, then?" she asks, turning to look at you.\n\n"You've got your own fridge and kitchenette and everything," you reply breezily, gesturing to the small area to the left of the entrance. "Right now it's just got beer and liquor in it, but we'll get you some food, and maybe some more comfortable furniture too, we can suit it more to your style. I mean, depending on how long you stay."\n\n"Yes. Well... I suppose that's acceptable," she allows after a few moments of silence. "It is a rather generous amount of living space for a guest to have all to themselves," she even adds after a moment. "I can bring in some of my own things as well, with your permission."\n\n"Consider this place all yours as long as you want it," you add with a smile, meaning it, since it certainly seems like a small price to pay in this situation.\n\nThat seems to completely mollify her, and she nods slowly (or maybe carefully). "Very well then, thank you. I will go about 'settling in'."\n\n"Enjoy," you answer, heading back to the main house. You stand in your living room for a moment, trying to absorb the fact that you now have a dullahan living in your pool house. Eventually you shake your head and go to shower and change. You're not really sure what to do about the current situation, so just best to continue being a polite host. Once you've gotten clean and into fresh clothes, you assemble a 'care package' of food and drinks from the kitchen and take it out to the pool house, Ciara thanking you politely and acknowledging your promises to bring her more after you go shopping tomorrow. You take a few of her requests down and head back to the house, and that's really about it for the rest of the day as the two of you keep to yourselves.\n\nAfter a light dinner as you still try to work through your befuddlement, you head upstairs and, for lack of any other way to settle your brain, decide to flop on the bed and take a short nap rather than properly preparing for sleep. When you wake up, you can see that it's about midnight again. Shaking your head, you get up and head over to the door to your balcony that looks out on the pool, not actually stepping out onto it but just taking a look, wondering if you're going to see the dullahan go thundering off to do her duty. The lights of the poolhouse are indeed on... you kind of wonder if she's already left and just doesn't mind about wasting your electricity. But after only a minute or so of watching, you see her appear at the doorway, sliding it open. But rather than wearing her armor, she's wearing a towel wrapped around her middle and held with one hand, her hair piled up behind her head in a loose bun. Curious, you watch as she pads barefoot over to the pool, stopping near the side of it before removing the towel.\n\nYour eyes widen a little at the sight of her naked body. Very pale, but smooth and milk-colored, without a single visible scar or vein, at least from here. Her nipples are such a pale pink that they practically blend into her large, soft-looking breasts, which wobble gently with her motions as she folds up the towel. You get a glimpse of her rear, which is also a little soft-looking, but very nicely-formed and round, as she turns and leans over a bit to set the towel on one of the lounge chairs. Then your jaw drops some as she straightens and raises her hands to the choker around her neck, the only bit of her clothing she's still wearing, and undoes it... then lifts her head off.\n\nThe top of her neck is just a flat gray plane... it's almost more like looking at a place in a videogame where a texture hasn't loaded than anything else. She takes a few steps over to the small table beside the lounge chair and sets her head down on it, then her body turns and pads back to the pool while her head watches impassively. Her body certainly doesn't seem to have any problems moving without her head attached, her motions just as graceful and prim as ever even as her bare breasts jiggle and sway as she steps to the side of the pool, then dives in.\n\nYou watch the headless body start to swim about in the gleaming aquamarine of the water, her pale, naked form almost glowing in the pool lights, making it seem even more ethereal and unearthly than the empty space above the neck would alone.\n\n<hr>\n[[Keep watching.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[Go down.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[Escape.|BuddyOct]]

You are a teenage male. You are old enough to have all the adult urges and a body to carry them out, and young enough to still have plenty of childish urges and impulses. Yeah, you're going to get yourself into a lot of trouble.\n \nAlright, we're almost ready to really begin the fun. All you need to do is pick a starting point for your adventure.\n\n<b>[[Michael|allstarstart]]</b>: You are the pride of your school and community, having distinguished yourself in some notable fashion with great regularity. You're seen as an upstanding young person, and may or may not actually be just that.\n\n<b>[[Dan|youngpunkstart]]</b>: You're disobedient and rude, a trial to your parents and an annoyance to others. You probably have similarly rebellious friends and don't do well in school.\n\n<b>Jamie</b>: You're the quiet type. No, not scary-quiet, you're just average and probably a little shy. Your parents wish you had more of a social life and your teachers wish you were more focused. (Now in separate gamefile.)\n\n<b>Eric</b>: For whatever reason, you've decided to run away from home. Whether your reasons were justified or spurious, you have no intention of going back, you're completely on your own. (Now in separate gamefile.)

*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can [[decline|QOKevScheme10x3]] Kit and Wolf's invitation to come inside.\n*<b>Main:</b> Eric can [[make an advance|RanDeb1x8]] on Ranma after giving her Slowburn. \n*<b>Main:</b> Gwyn can [[let Saya order for him|GwynSaya1x1]].

Well, it takes you a second to realize what he's dressed up as... at first you think he's just really pale and wearing makeup, as is more common among teenage boys these days to your understanding, but then you notice the press-on fangs as he yelps and struggles. Otherwise he's just wearing a bright red shirt, black leather jacket, black jeans, and boots... must be a very modern vampire, huh? His brown hair is rumpled, either as his personal style choice or from his stumble.\n\n"H-hey, let go, I'm sorry!" he yelps as you drag him back towards the house.\n\n"Sorry you got caught, more like it," you growl at him, half-yanking half-shoving him through the front door while still keeping a grip on him and yanking it closed behind you. "Safe to say you're in a lot of trouble."\n\n"W-what're you gonna do?" he whimpers, casting a nervous glance at the air pistol... though you notice from the slight furrowing of his brow he's probably realized it's not an actual gun by now. He still seems pretty scared, must not be a particularly hardened hooligan.\n\n<hr>\n[[Call his parents. And maybe the cops.|BuddyPunks4x2]]\n\n[[Make him give up his friends.|BuddyPunks5x1]]\n\n[[Punish him.|BuddyPunks]]\n\n[[Punish him severely.|BuddyPunks]]

"First I'm gonna call your parents. Then, if I'm not satisfied with what they say, I'm gonna call the police."\n\nHis eyes widen. "N-no! Please, mister, don't! I'll... I'll do anything to make it up to you, I'll clean everything up, I'll do chores, whatever you want!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Welllll...|BuddyPunks]]\n\n[[Whatever you want, he says?|BuddyPunks6x1]]\n\n[[Nope, make the call.|BuddyPunks4x3]]

"No dice. Now, you can either give me your parents' number and I can call them first, and see if they can convince me not to call the cops, or I can go right to calling the cops. Which will it be?"\n\nHe waffles, but only for a second, before miserably giving you a phone number. You put the air pistol down and gesture him to sit on the couch once you've released him and dialed the phone, since at this point he seems too defeated to give you any trouble.\n\n<i>"Hello?"</i> a woman's voice answers after a few rings.\n\n"Yes, I caught your son with some of his friends trying to egg my house. He's sitting here waiting while I'm deciding whether to call the police as well as you."\n\nThere's silence for a moment, then a heavy sigh. <i>"Well obviously I'd like to talk to you about that first. Could you give me your address?"</i>\n\nYou tell her, and after a brief check she says she'll be there in about fifteen minutes. You settle into a chair, watching your 'captive' marinate in his sense of impending doom the entire time, which almost makes you have some sympathy for him. Eventually though the doorbell rings and you get up to answer it, a little surprised at the woman standing on your step. She must have been at a Halloween party when you called (you did kind of hear conversation and music), and she's certainly dressed for it, wearing a snug red bodysuit over a very full-breasted, full-hipped form, red stiletto heels, and a felt devil horns headband perched atop her black hair, most of which is pulled back into a long ponytail. She is wearing a jacket over it, and the bodysuit isn't <i>too</i> revealing... it leaves at least a little to the imagination, if not her general bodyshape. "My son is here?" she asks in a rather cool tone.\n\n"Right in here," you say, stepping back and gesturing her inside, her heels clicking over the entryway tile as she walks ahead of you. You kind of have to admit you're sad that the coat she's wearing is long enough to cover her butt, but you try to focus on other matters as the two of you head into the living room.\n\n"Mom, I-!" the teen starts, jerking upwards on the couch, only to wince and go silent as she holds up a hand, fingers currently capped with bright red press-on nails. \n\n"We'll discuss it later, Darian," she says in a much, much colder voice. You're pretty sure he'd be pale even without the makeup now, and that spectre of sympathy rises up again. She just looks at him for a moment, before turning to you, blue eyes both resigned and a bit pleading. "My name is Kelly, that is Darian, if you didn't already know."\n\n"Everyone calls me Buddy," you say, unable to help grinning just a bit.\n\n"Alright. Buddy. Now, I know it might be difficult to believe, but Darian is, in fact, a good boy... he gets good grades and he's very polite. He only hangs out with these... other boys... because he's frustrated that his father isn't home more, and they take advantage of that to get him to buy things for them and to drag him into their vandalism." Man, she's just straight-up dishing on him to you, and the teenager looks appropriately mortified at having his mother just open up his psyche to the stranger that caught him egging a house. "But he's on track to get into a good school, and I don't want to derail his future over this. So... I will do whatever you ask, if you'll let this pass."\n\n<hr>\n[[Is she saying what you think she's saying?|BuddyPunks4x4]]\n\n[[Just let it go.|BuddyPunks]]\n\n[[Nah, still call the cops.|BuddyPunks]]

You clear your throat and lean in towards her a bit, lowering your voice. "Just to be clear, are you suggesting...?"\n\n"Yes, I'm saying that if you'll overlook this and not call the police, I'll sleep with you," she answers plainly, albeit having lowered her own voice to a whisper. "I'll do whatever you like for the night, so long as Darian is allowed to return home."\n\n<hr>\n[[Well alright then.|BuddyPunks]]\n\n[[No, Darian has to watch.|BuddyPunks]]\n\n[[Not <i>just</i> her.|BuddyPunks4x5]]

"Sorry, but it can't be just you," you say at normal volume, causing both her to twitch and Darian to jerk a bit in surprise. "If using sex to get your son out of a jam is what you're going to teach him about life, he'd better start learning to do it too, don't you think?"\n\n"M-Mom!" the teen blurts, eyes widening.\n\n"Darian, hush." Kelly scowls at you darkly... but sighs and closes her eyes, nodding. "... In the end, I suppose you're right."\n\n"But Mom!"\n\n"Darian!" she snaps at him, before cooling her voice and continuing, turning to look at him. "This is just the way the world works sometimes. I don't like it... but I suppose he's right, someday you might need to do what's necessary, and this is about your future." He swallows heavily as she turns back to you. "Alright then... that's how it will be."\n\n"Let's go upstairs," you say, grinning and turning to lead the way, the other two falling into step behind you. You head into your bedroom and just casually start pulling off your clothes, rather enjoying them both watching you with very different looks of trepidation on their faces as you peel off your shirt and toss it aside, then undo your pants and push them down, freeing your half-hard cock.\n\n"So. Since you're clearly in charge here," Kelly says after taking a deep breath. "What do you wish to do?"\n\n<hr>\n[[A very long, thorough night with both of them.|BuddyPunk4x6]]\n\n[[Rough sex & humiliation.|BuddyPunk]]\n\n[[Have them put on a show.|BuddyPunk]]\n\n[[Use them as cumdumps.|BuddyPunk]]

This is crazy! Panicking, you grab Saya's calf and shove, making her yelp as she topples over and onto the bed, leaving you scrambling off of it as she bounces lightly, apparently shocked by your reaction. You scoop your clothes off the floor and scamper into the hall, half-consciously trying to yank them on as you hurry back down the stairs and out of the building, eventually running down the block and back towards your truck. It's only once you're driving back to the dorm that reality sinks in... you've still got a titanium cage on your cock and balls! And now you've fled from the only person that has the key!\n\nObviously, you need to go to someone for help in getting this thing off. But who? Who do you even know that you could both confide in about this situation and would actually be able to help you? It's going to be embarrassing and humiliating no matter what, but who do you actually go to for help? Your options are fairly limited...\n\n<hr>\n[[Allen.|GwynSaya2x2]]\n\n[[Liam.|GwynSaya]]\n\n[[The authorities.|GwynSaya]]

Sighing, you step back outside of the dressing room, sliding the door closed. Then you clear your throat and raise your voice. "Nanako-san!"\n\nThere's a distant, muffled yelp and some splashing, before you hear her call back, "WHAT?! Hey, don't come in here, pervert weirdo foreigner!"\n\n"I didn't," you call back, rolling your eyes. "I'm outside the dressing room."\n\n"O-oh."\n\n"It's after nine, I'd like to take a bath. I'll wait in the lobby until you're done."\n\n"Well... fine!" she snaps back.\n\nShaking your head, you make your way back into the lobby and settle onto the couch, resting your own toiletries on the table. It's still another fifteen minutes or so before Nanako appears from down the hall, skin flushed and still a bit damp, but all her clothes in place, her bath bucket tucked against her side. "You're such an inconvenience, you know!" she declares, frowning and pointing at you again with her free hand. "Before you got here I could stay in all night if I wanted, because I went last!"\n\n"Don't you get wrinkled fingertips if you do that?" you ask naturally enough... before grinning and raising your hands, wiggling your fingers. "You know, I hear if you do that too much, the wrinkles spread to other parts of your body and become permanent."\n\n"E-ehhhhhh?!" Nanako draws back, her expression horrified. "N-no way! That's not true at all! ... I'm checking the internet!" she squeaks, racing off upstairs.\n\nChuckling, you gather up your things and head back to the dressing room, secure in the fact that she should be furiously browsing factchecking sites for awhile and leave you alone for the rest of the night. You undress, somewhat sloppily folding your clothes and setting them on the shelf, then get cleaned up under one of the bare-bones showerheads. Not the greatest shower, but then you suppose it's not meant to be, and should be more than made up for by the soak to come. Snagging a towel from the pile and wrapping it around your waist, you head out into the hot springs.\n\nThe springs themselves are a mostly rocky area, though parts of it have obviously been tiled for safety. There are several smaller pools, but the main one is large and doing the majority of the steaming, with a near-pillar of shiny stone rising from the center, surrounded by a handful of shorter, flat-topped boulders rising a few inches out of the water, effectively making a sort of circular bench around the central pillar. Around the sides of the area are tall wooden walls, with a shorter one in back so that the view of the treetops isn't blocked out. And of course, there are visible room windows and balconies around. \n\nYou step into the water and almost hop right back out, but manage to make yourself not flinch from the heat, instead slowly wading in up to your waist. The air around you is a bit cold, but with the steam rising off the water and your body being heated by it, it's definitely not too bad. You wade towards the center, then sink in up to your shoulders, sitting back against one of the short boulders and closing your eyes. Oh yeah, this is definitely pretty great.\n\nA minute later, you get the distinct feeling someone's watching you. You peek an eye open, glancing towards the balconies and windows. Could one of the girls be...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes, you can see someone watching you.|Austin]]\n\n[[Nah, just your imagination.|Austin]]

Maybe you're just a little paranoid, but something tells you to double-check the situation before making any assumptions. You do a brief stroll through the dressing area... and quickly spot one of the cubbies with a stylish pink plastic basket stuffed with bath products resting at the bottom of it, and a stack of clothes folded on the shelf.\n\nEven if the time weren't enough of a clue, you can fairly easily spot Nanako's shirt and skirt resting on the shelf... as well as her thigh-highs folded beside them. And her panties laying on top of the stack. They're pretty much the most stereotypical white cotton things that could be imagined, though you suppose there's no way to know if they have a cute animal on the butt like you've heard some Japanese girls like to wear well into their teens.\n\nAnyway, this confirms it, Nanako's still in there. You glance at your cellphone... it's 9:15, well past when she should've come out. \n\n<hr>\n[[Confront her.|Austin]]\n\n[[Step outside and call out.|Austin2x9]]\n\n[[Steal her panties.|Austin]]

You've no desire to justify Nanako's assessment of you as a "weirdo pervert foreigner", even if the chances of her finding out seem fairly slim. Best to focus on looking for a new cellphone plan and maybe see about getting cable or satellite television, since you don't want to keep using the roaming of your own plan. (Mrs. Andrews set you up with a cellular internet stick but you don't want to rely on her firm's generosity forever.) You scoot around a bit at the table to put your back firmly to the balcony window, and resume your internet browsing.\n\nYou poke around for awhile, and eventually glance at the clock again. 7:10. Still awhile before you'll be able to take your own bath. Although... Motoko did suggest that you were free to come down and bathe during her time slot. The implication being that she wouldn't mind at all if the two of you wound up in the hot springs together. ... Was she serious? Did she mean it? Was it a come-on, or just an offer to give up her slot to be generous? Or that she expects the two of you to share it platonically? ... Does she think you're gay?! \n\nYou give your head a shake again. Motoko, or just her actions, seem to have you doing that a lot. Still... 'if you get impatient around 7:30 or so'... she was pretty clear. Unless it was teasing. Or some sort of trap. Or... gah, girls are difficult!\n\n<hr>\n[[Go down now.|AustinJP3x1]]\n\n[[Wait.|Austin2x6]]

"To be honest I haven't made any particular plans for this place," you admit. "All I know is that my great-uncle said he wanted to make sure all of you could continue to stay, and that this place was mine if I wanted it. So for the time being I'm mostly going to try to keep a roof over our heads and focus on attending college. I probably won't make any other decisions until I either finish school or something else comes up."\n\n"... Hmph!" With that, Nanako leaps to her feet and goes storming off... until she hits the stairs, which she finds it rather difficult to storm on, and winds up going more quickly than her huffy pace would obviously prefer.\n\n"That seems very sensible to me," Shizue says quietly, then gives a soft 'oh'. "Well, I mean, I'm sure you don't need my opinion." She stands up and sketches a quick bow. "Thank you for the roof. ... Pardon me." Then she heads up the stairs at a more sedate pace.\n\n"Heheh, those two," Motoko says with a wave of the hand. "My little sister goes to the high school in the next town, she's pigheaded like you can see but I'm sure she'll calm down and grow to like you eventually. Shizue is in her last year of college, some sort of literature degree, I think she's taking her time writing something for her graduating grade. Oh, and from what I read from the papers the lawyer sent over, I'm a year ahead of you at the university, so I'm your senpai, okay?" she adds with a grin and a wink. The grin only grows as she leans forward some, cupping a hand around her mouth as if speaking deep secrets. "But I do a lot of slacking off, so do as senpai says and not as senpai does, okay?"\n\nYou can't help but grin back at her. "Got it."\n\n"They delivered your stuff the other day, I had them put it in room 303, it's a bit more of a climb than our rooms on the second floor but it's one of the nicer rooms that's still kept up. Although," she adds, raising a finger. "They do say that it's haunted."\n\nThat gets a blink out of you, and you lean forward a little. "Haunted?"\n\n"Yup. They say that it's haunted by the spirit of a woman who was the mistress of a samurai who'd lost his position in the revolution, and had become nothing but a common field hand. Each night after toiling in the fields he'd come here before going home, supposedly to wash but really to see his mistress. One night though, when she asked him to run away with her, he fell into a rage and killed her. So they say that any time an unwashed man sleeps in that room, she'll come to see if it's her lover and have her vengeance!" Then she grins cheekily and winks. "So remember to have a bath before bed, alright? So that you don't get gobbled up."\n\n"I'll keep that in mind," you reply, grinning and shaking your head.\n\n"Oh, right, and to prevent arguments, the three of us had already agreed on times where we get the hot springs all to ourselves. Shizue gets it from six to seven, I get it from seven to eight, Nanako gets it from eight to nine. The rest of the day is a bit of a free-for-all so be careful then, or just wait until after nine. Oh right, but don't wait until <i>too</i> late," she continues, holding up her index finger again. "Because they say the hot springs are haunted."\n\n"Another ghost?!"\n\n"Heheh, there's more than a few ghost stories about this place, it's been around a long time. But they say that at midnight, a spirit of the land comes out, and that at that time the hot springs belong to her. That's why the hot springs used to close at 11:30... supposedly," she adds with a shrug, leaning back. "Probably it was so that the hot springs employees could go in and clean the place up in peace, and someone with an overactive imagination saw the closed sign and heard them moving around inside."\n\n"I guess that makes sense."\n\n"People make up all sorts of wacky stories!" Motoko agrees cheerfully, rising to her feet and giving her hips a few pats. "Anyway! I'll let you get settled in!" She meanders towards the stairs, saying as she goes, "So remember, Shizue has the hot springs six to seven, I have it seven to eight, Nanako has it eight to nine. We'll say you have it nine to ten, since that seems fair, so remember that that's your time!" She pauses at the stairs, then turns a bit and looks over her shoulder at you, giving you a rather foxlike grin and tapping the side of her mouth with one finger. "But if you get impatient around seven-thirty or so, I won't mind." Then she pads on up the stairs, humming a bit as you stare after her.\n\n... She was just teasing you, right? After a few minutes you decide not to dwell on it, instead grabbing your backpack and heading up to the third floor. When you get there you find what Motoko meant... it's actually pretty darn spacious, running from the wall all the way to the back of the building, and with a bit of a balcony outside. Even with the boxes of your stuff in here there's plenty of space, and someone's already set up a short, simple table with a tea set on it. (You're going to have to buy a desk and chair to use your laptop at, no way are you doing your schoolwork sitting on the floor.) You set down your bag, then head out onto the balcony to take a look. You find you have a surprisingly good view of the hot springs below, as well as the wooded area out behind the hotel... while in design it isn't that different than hotel rooms that look down on the swimming pool, you suppose, don't people kind of, y'know... go naked in the hot springs? In fact, the railing around the balcony has slats that are thick on the bottom and slowly taper up to the top, meaning that if someone were laying or squatting behind it, they'd be almost invisible but completely capable of still looking out. Was this place designed by voyeurs?!\n\nShaking your head, you go back inside and dig out your laptop, setting it on the table and starting to look up various things like where to go to buy furniture, and the train schedules that are best for your classes, and so on. Probably in part because you're tired from your flight, time flies by, and the next thing you know you look at the computer clock and it's 5:55pm. Shaking your head and realizing how you must be jet-lagged, you stand and take a moment to stretch. Well, it's still a few hours before you can take a bath before bed, which does sound good, the hot springs looked pretty inviting earlier...\n\n... actually, didn't Motoko say that from six to seven, Shizue might be in the hot springs?\n\n<hr>\n[[All the more reason to stay inside and wait.|Austin2x5]]\n\n[[Well, maybe just a little peek.|Austin]]

With the last of your fading consciousness, you bring up your cellphone and set an alarm for nine. Then you let your arm flop out to the side and close your eyes, quickly drifting off in a glorious lack of airplane noise and vibration.\n\nYou awake to the feeling of your hand buzzing and the blaring of one of your favorite songs. Blinking blearily a few times, you sit up and roll your shoulders, then tap the phone's screen to silence it. You sit there for a moment, evaluating how you feel... there is a bit of muzziness still, but you definitely feel a lot better for having caught at least a bit of sleep. Clambering to your feet, you gather up some bathing amenities and head downstairs.\n\nThe hotel's lights have been dimmed and there's no one around that you can see... well, not like it's normally super crowded anyway. You follow the signs on the walls indicating which hallway leads to the hot springs dressing room, stepping inside. Just one, huh? Must've been a coed hotspring back in the day, kinda naughty, in your opinion. The dressing room is kind of old-style and made of lacquered wood as opposed to the concrete and pressboard you're more used to, with long benches running between little locker areas with a single shelf above a cubby-type area. There's also the little shower area, which is obviously for cleaning up before actually getting in the hot springs (since that's proper etiquette, the hot springs are a bath, not a bathtub). Looks like that, at least, has been updated, but probably only sometime in the seventies it looks like, since it's at least standing showerheads and tile instead of... you guess buckets and spigots would be the more traditional form?\n\nAnyway, time to get cleaned up and have a soak!\n\n<hr>\n[[Yeah!|Austin3x1]]\n\n[[Wait, do a quick check first.|Austin2x8]]

You're really not sure what to make of the whole 'Motoko situation' so the best policy would seem to be to avoid the whole thing. Your lizard brain, which seems to have absorbed too many porno movie plots, keeps insisting you're being an idiot and missing out, but you decide to ignore it and focus on getting ready for the night.\n\nChecking the closet finds a folded-up futon and sheets... decent enough to keep using, you think, or you can always change your mind and buy a bed. As you get the futon out and made up though, your long trip really starts to sink in, and you begin to feel a thorough, tired ache in your muscles and a fuzziness in your head. You practically can't help but flump down on the futon, settling your head on the pillow. Just a short nap, that's all... ah, but maybe if you want to make sure it is, you should set an alarm...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Set an alarm for 9:00pm.|Austin2x7]]\n\n[[Don't bother.|AustinJP4x1]]

You've always heard that real estate can be a great investment... and if it's the sort of real estate that doesn't change hands that often, all the better. Besides, somehow this feels like more of an investment in your future than just money would be (and apparently involves a chance to have your own home in a different place, pretty sweet). "I think I'll take the real estate," you declare, smiling.\n\n"An excellent choice. Now, there are three properties to choose from," Mrs. Andrews explains as she tucks most of the papers back into the file and sets it aside. The remaining stack she unclips and settles into three stacks in front of you. "Now, the first is a [[hot springs resort|Austin2x2]] in Japan."\n\n"Whoa, an entire resort?!"\n\n"Try not to get too excited, Austin, 'resort' in this case means a single and somewhat aging building. Though it does have a fair handful of amenities, at the moment it's being used as a simple dorm for a trio of students, and is not in active use as a hotel... though you could, of course, decide to reopen it at your discretion. Although your great-uncle was very fond of the tenants, and has asked that should you accept this property, to try and do what you can to keep them housed there."\n\nShe gestures to the center set of papers. "The second property is [[a castle|Austin]] in a remote area of Ireland. It has been kept up and had most modern amenities installed, though you would certainly be rather far from civilization. There are a handful of tenants there as well, to my understanding, though your great-uncle was somewhat more vague as to his disposition involving them."\n\n"Finally, there is a [[theme park|Austin5x1]]." At your obvious surprise, she smiles. "Yes, your great-uncle owned one, as should probably be expected of him. Though to my understanding it's currently not open to the public... only part of it is currently functional, and it currently carries a fairly minimal staff of actual employees. You would be free to keep it that way as you like, as the current endowment for the land is sufficient to keep what's currently open serviced for some decades to come. Of course, you could always try to revitalize it and get more of it working."

... Oh well, nothing ventured nothing gained, right?\n\nYou go downstairs, trying to be a bit quiet about it... the last thing you want is for Nanako to hear you and throw a tantrum over you trying to "perv" on her sister. (You somehow doubt that Motoko would go to bat for you against her sister and admit she invited you. Just a hunch.) You make your way down to the hot springs entrance dressing room, taking just another moment to rally your courage before stepping inside.\n\nThere's no immediate screams or anything bonking you on the head, so there's that. Though after a bit of looking around, you spot what are obviously Motoko's clothes and a basket of bathing supplies sitting in one of the cubbies. So yeah, she's in there. ... It's really going to be embarrassing if she screams, declares that she was just kidding and never thought you'd be stupid enough to come in, and no no no, don't dwell on that. You've decided to venture, so be at least bold enough to go through with it, eh?\n\nYou strip down, using one of the fairly spare shower heads to clean off. Not exactly the greatest cleaning experience in the world, but you guess the bath's meant to make up for that. Snagging a modesty towel from one of the stacks of them (hm, wonder who's been washing those and putting them out? you're gonna take a wild guess it was Shizue) and wrapping it around your waist, you head out into the hot springs area.\n\nThe springs themselves are a mostly rocky area, though parts of it have obviously been tiled for safety. There are several smaller pools, but the main one is large and doing the majority of the steaming, with a near-pillar of shiny stone rising from the center, surrounded by a handful of shorter, flat-topped boulders rising a few inches out of the water, effectively making a sort of circular bench around the central pillar. Around the sides of the area are tall wooden walls, with a shorter one in back so that the view of the treetops isn't blocked out. And of course, there are visible room windows and balconies around.\n\nMotoko is lounging directly in the middle of the central pool, leaned back against the pillar of rock with her eyes closed, sunk in until her breasts are bobbling gently on the surface of the water, the water itself just barely concealing her nipples. She's even facing directly towards the door, so there's no possible way she didn't hear you open it or step out. Still, she rather lazily opens her eyes, letting them stay half-lidded as she grins at the sight of you.\n\n"Hey, you showed up after all," she says cheerfully, lifting a hand out of the water and waving as it drips. \n\n"Ah, yeah," you agree a bit numbly... even moreso as she stands up, revealing that she hasn't bothered with a modesty towel. Instead water sluices down her almost glowing wet skin, streaming over her large breasts and round hips, the water level just barely managing to conceal her pussy as she wades her way over to the edge of the pool and rests her hands on the tile surrounding the little stone barrier at the water's edge.\n\n"Well, make yourself comfortable then," she says breezily, her smile easy and a little sultry as she watches you. "I can only imagine how good it will feel to unwind in the hot springs after that looong flight."\n\nYou nod a bit numbly, trying to figure out where to go from here...\n\n<hr>\n[[Go to one of the nearby springs.|AustinJP]]\n\n[[Join her in the central one but keep some distance. And your towel.|AustinJP]]\n\n[[Fuck it, we ball.|AustinJP3x2]]

Taking a moment to rein in your annoyance, you just return her annoyed look briefly before speaking. "I'm not leaving, because I own this place."\n\n"... Eh?" That certainly seems to draw her up short, as she straightens up some, expression going blank.\n\n"I. Own. This. Place," you reply in slow, clear Japanese (probably with an accent too but not as heavy a one, you're smug to say). "As in, it's mine, the building, the hot springs, the land, all of it."\n\n"I-i-it can't be yours!" she squeaks, pointing at you repeatedly. "This place belongs to Grandpa Alchi, even if he is dead!"\n\nYou open your mouth, then close it. 'Grandpa Alchi'? So what, did he not count as a 'foreigner' or something? You decide not to point out the ridiculousness of her statement, and instead answer, "He left it to me in his will. I'm his grand-nephew, Austin."\n\n"W-wha? But... but... but..." she stammers, before turning and racing to a set of steps, shouting up, "Hey! Hey, 'neesan! Shizue! There's some weirdo foreigner down here lying and saying he owns this place!"\n\nYou rub at your face and suppress a sigh, then glance up at the sound of footsteps on the stairs, seeing a girl around your own age stopping on the landing and leaning forward to peer down, hands resting on her legs.\n\n<img src=images/742nEwR.jpg>\n\n"Ohhhhh, it <i>is</i> a foreigner!" the new girl declares. "He doesn't look particularly weird to me, maybe kind of cute actually. Does he speak Japanese? Harro! Wehkahm to Jah-pahn!"\n\n"I don't know if he speaks Japanese, he's a barbarian!" the younger girl huffs.\n\n"We just had an entire conversation in Japanese," you point out in a flat tone.\n\n"That doesn't prove anything!"\n\n"Hm? What's the problem?" comes a quiet voice. Another girl steps onto the landing, wearing a sleeveless turtleneck sweater and black pants, her long black hair a little disheveled. She gives a soft 'oh' as she spots you, drawing halfway behind the short-haired girl and fidgeting for a moment, before she steps away and does a quick bow, saying in very clear English, "Hello, I'm sorry for any trouble Nanako caused you."\n\n<img src=images/R4NeL5H.jpg>\n\n"What are you telling him?! Are you telling him to leave?!"\n\n"It's fine. And I speak Japanese just fine, thank you very much," you say, suppressing a sigh.\n\nA bit later all three girls are sitting arrayed on the couches in the lobby, though you notice the dark-haired girl has sort of scooted away to the very edge so she can be the furthest from everyone else. The youngest girl, meanwhile, is fuming deeply, arms folded over her chest and legs crossed, slouched down in her seat. "I can't believe Grandpa Alchi left our home to this guy! Just because he's related to him by stupid old blood!"\n\n"Ehehhhhh," the short-haired one coos, waving a hand a bit at the sulking one, before looking at you. "But yeah, I actually got a letter like a month ago explaining everything, it just slipped my mind when it came time to tell everyone about it. Sorry for the trouble. Anyway, I'm Motoko, and you've already made my little sister Nanako's acquaintance, obviously. That over there is Shizue, don't mind her, she's just shy."\n\n"..." Shizue squirms as if she'd like to protest, but winds up clasping her hands in her lap and staring down at them.\n\n"I bet he's got all sorts of perverted plans for us," Nanako mutters through pooched-out lips while looking off to the side.\n\n"Well, one or two perverted plans might not be too bad," Motoko muses with a fingertip to her lip, then when pretty much everyone blushes and stares at her she grins and waves it off again. "Joking, joking! I'm sure Austin isn't like that! Ah, but maybe he does have plans of some sort?" she adds, glancing at you, all three looking curious now.\n\n<hr>\n[[You're going to reopen the hotel.|Austin4x1]]\n\n[[You haven't decided yet.|Austin2x4]]\n\n

Japan... home of high-end electronics, a lot of good food, and really cute girls. Admittedly you've heard that their universities are pretty good too (including that they tend to give students a lot of free time), and since you recall that Mrs. Andrews said she'd insure getting your credits transferred, that's a pretty attractive offer! "I'll take the hot springs resort!"\n\n"A sensible enough choice, as it provides a number of options. Please sign where indicated," Mrs. Andrews replies, sliding the first set of papers towards you. "I'll get to work on having your credits transferred and setting up your travel arrangements. I can also provide you with some helpful services that the firm will be glad to provide free of charge as the maintainers of your great-uncle's... and hopefully, your own... estate."\n\nAh, now the helpfulness makes sense. Still, it's not like you have any highly competent lawyer of your own, so you let the implication that they can continue to handle your affairs as you need stand. And the help does prove to be quite helpful... they have contacts with a moving company that will pack your stuff for you, contacts with a high-speed high-intensity language course that guarantees you full fluency and literacy within a month, and someone to handle all of your residency papers and customs. Over the next several weeks you say goodbye to family and friends, wrap up a few things, and then it's a first class trip to Japan.\n\nOnce you arrive, you have to take several trains to get to the small town where the hot springs resort is... though as the person from the law firm who briefed you on the area informed you, apparently the train station here is a pretty convenient ride to everywhere, including several nightlife spots, a shopping district, the university where you'll be attending, and a well-regarded private high school. Considering it's such a nice little hub you kind of wonder why your uncle left this hotel as a crash pad for what's apparently only three people... but then he wasn't exactly worried about money, apparently. Following the walking directions on your phone's GPS, you make your way along the little paths and roads until you arrive at a large, wide three-story building.\n\nYou pause at the sign to one side of the stairs leading to the entrance. 'Hitasuneko Nessuisen'. Above the lettering is an energetically smiling cat face, despite being depicted as dripping with water. ... Huh. Shrugging, you head up the stairs and into the small, tidy-looking lobby area.\n\n<img src="images/vPMeVr9.jpg">\n\nHm. There's still a counter set up with a (very old) phone and a small vending machine as if it were a functioning hotel... though you don't see a cash register or anything, so you suppose if you ever wanted to open this place up that'd be the first thing to get. (Or a credit card reader for your phone, though that seems sort of unprofessional for a big place like this.) As you're wandering around taking a look, and considering whether to call out and see if anyone's home right now, you hear the door open and close behind you. Turning, you see a Japanese girl who... well, you can't entirely accurately judge, but you think she might be a few years younger than you. She's wearing a loose, draping black hooded jacket over a white top that leaves most of her collarbone visible and hugs up against her perky breasts. Below that is a pleated blue skirt and black thigh-high stockings, with low-topped white sneakers. She's staring at and tapping at her phone as she comes in, actually starting to turn for the hallway before she finally seems to notice you and glances up... and her mouth immediately presses together in a tight-lipped expression of annoyance.\n\n<img src=images/YzZcy75.jpg>\n\n"Just what do you think you're doing here?" she demands in a huffy tone. "Are you some stupid foreigner that wandered in?"\n\n"Uh, excuse me?" You're actually a little taken aback... about the worst anyone has treated you since you got here was 'chilly politeness'.\n\n"Listen, weirdo foreigner," the girl declares, putting the hand holding her phone on her hip and pointing at you with the other. "This isn't an actual hot springs resort, it's our dorm. We don't let foreigners or boys in here, and we certainly don't let foreign boys with perversion in their eyes in. So why don't you hop back on a train and hop back on a plane and go eat a spaghetti burger!"\n\n... You're not entirely sure what to take from that other than that 1) she's one of the tenants and 2) she's kind of a bitchy (and/or stupid) racist.\n\n"Are you deaf too? Or do you just not understand real languages when people speak them to you?" The girl leans forward some, making a walking motion with her fingers, then speaking in slow, exaggerated, and heavily accented English. "Yoo. Git. Owt. Go. Die."\n\n<hr>\n[[Explain why you're here.|Austin2x3]]\n\n[[Evict her.|Austin]]

The silver button is shinier than the others and so captures your attention, and you jab your finger onto it. Various of the robot arms lower down, and beams of light play across your body, sliding down, and then back up. But when they move back up you can feel something odd happening... a strange sort of tingling sensation that's followed by a sort of cool feeling once it's passed. Your eyes widen a little as the beam plays over your hands and you notice that they've gone a bit paler, taking on a very faint silvery tone of their own. But before you can get too panicked, the light slides over your head and you can feel that tingling and then... well, everything is normal and you're operating at 100% efficiency.\n\nYou blink a few times as your HUD comes online, starting with the title 'GoodBot #0000002 Online' in the upper right of your vision. In the lower right text prints out:\n\n'1. Obey all human orders.\n2. Serve & protect humans.\n3. Provide pleasure & boost morale.'\n\nDirectives?! You have directives?! What are you, RoboCop?! ... Actually it sounds like you might be a little lewder than RoboCop. There somehow isn't any question in your mind of what you are, you're an android designed to serve humans and make them happy. You groan a little, putting your now slightly silvery hands over your face. What the hell?!\n\n"Ah, Gwyn? Are you okay?" Gavin asks, looking at you curiously. He and the others have obviously noticed your alteration in complexion but apparently don't know what's happened yet. "What happened?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Tell him.|Gwynbot]]\n\n[[Go somewhere else and tell him.|Gwynbot1x2]]\n\n[[Try to play it off.|Gwynbot]]

Luckily none of that seems to quite count as an order, so you should at least be able to not get this spread around too much. "Uh, could we talk in private?" you suggest, pointing to the door.\n\n"Certainly, I suppose. Come to my office," Gavin answers, turning and beckoning as he heads out. You find yourself obeying without even thinking about it... yup, that counted as an order. And, once he's led you into a fairly small office and closed the door, so does him saying, "Now, tell me what happened."\n\n"The machine turned me into a 'GoodBot', Number 0000002," you answer immediately. Dang, that's... not the greatest thing in the world. But since you've started you can't quite hold back, and with a sigh you continue. "I've been turned into an android designed completely to serve humans and make them happy and fulfilled. I even have three directives, that I have to obey orders from humans, that I have to serve and protect them, and that I have to..." Your cheeks increase their red hue slightly. "That I have to provide pleasure and boost morale."\n\n"I see..." Gavin actually doesn't look incredibly surprised, instead just looking you up and down. "That would certainly explain the changes in your skin hue, and the slight alteration of your eyes. If you don't realize, there's a very faint glow to them now, most likely due to being... well, artificial like the rest of you. May I see your hand, please?" As much in appreciation for him asking instead of telling, you proffer one of your hands, letting him take it in both of his and rub his thumbs over your palm. It's definitely a strange sensation... it still feels sort of vaguely ticklish like it would have, but you just process the sensation without it making you want to squirm or giggle involuntarily, and you also just naturally become aware of a host of information like Gavin's body temperature, heartrate, even taking scans of his fingerprints. "There's definitely a slight difference in texture... it's a bit smoother, you seem to have very minimal pores or skin indentation, more just enough to give the impression of having them. Fascinating. If you don't mind, would you be willing to take off your shirt as well?"\n\nYour cheeks shift color again (though you find that it's actually quite easy to find the 'switch' that causes them to and set it back to Off, returning your face to normal), and instead you nod. You step back slightly and pull off your shirt, setting it nearby on the back of a chair. Your chest is largely as it ever was, albeit now even smoother and more sleek, all the lines and angles of it now perfectly symmetrical and somehow more artistically rendered. You also have faint, indented lines that run down your sides and form a sort of angular 'V' shape. Gavin eyes them curiously, starting to reach his hand out towards one of them, then pausing and giving you an almost guilty look. At your slightly reluctant nod, he moves to run his hand along one of the lines. "Hm. Not particularly deep, but... an access panel of some type, perhaps...?"\n\nThe data you're getting from Gavin is increasing. It's not so much the little popups in your new HUD, those are more of an afterthought, it's like you just intrensically understanding that he's getting excited from the scent, temperature, and body language data you're getting. The psychological profiles you're apparently equipped with indicate that it's likely his scientific curiosity is causing enough excitement that it's produced an adrenaline and endorphin rush that's translating into the beginnings of physical excitement and even arousal. But with that you find a growing urge... to pleasure Gavin. You don't have to avoid gasping or breathing hard, but it's still very strange... you're well aware that the desire to give another boy pleasure is driven entirely by your directives and programming, and yet it's still a very strong urge. It's just an option... Gavin hasn't actually made any moves on you (other than running a hand along your chest) or ordered you to perform, so it's essentially just your programming telling you that it would probably be in line with your purpose to get him off. You can resist it if you want to.\n\nAnd yet you're also innately aware of how <i>good</i> it would feel to <i>fulfill your purpose</i> and <i>make Gavin cum</i>...\n\n<hr>\n[[Resist.|Gwynbot]]\n\n[[Fulfill your purpose.|Gwynbot]]

-First August 2021 Update-\n\n* Bugfixes, as you might expect. \n* You can now have Hopita furnish your farm's basement. This adds an arcade machine you can play for prizes, as well as other stuff depending on if you either searched the basement first or had it searched for you.\n** The arcade machine currently has three games that operate on random numbers: Natural Selection, Rock Out With Your Cock Out, and Capture. (Yup, that one, albeit a heavily simplified version obviously.) Natural Selection and Rock Out both give either oysterberries or items which will have uses to be implemented Soon™. Capture is sort of the odd one out in that it awards either nothing (other than a lewd scene), 1000 FD, or a smaller chance of a rare item that will be <i>extremely</i> useful once it's fully implemented. (Not super small, about 10%, I got it on the fourth try of my first round of testing.) I probably won't add more games, but if I do I'll improve the chances of the special drop on Capture, so that it doesn't become increasingly difficult to get.\n** You can brew several random concoctions at the lab. You'll have to use them or find someone who can identify them to figure out what they are, though! (Use currently not implemented.)\n* Should no longer be able to theoretically go into debt planting oysterberries.\n* You can now paint your house black.\n* You'll now have a chance to discover robot girl parts while using the Explore function. Right now finding all the parts averages somewhere in the vicinity of 20 stamina, I'm considering lowering the probability to make finding them easier. (I've gotten them in as few as nine stamina used before. I'm iffy on how much work to make you put in to get a new waifu, but twenty does seem a little much.)\n* Exploring also has a chance of finding valuable items now (after all the robot parts have been found) so it's theoretically worthwhile to keep doing it even after you've found all the current areas.\n* You can now obtain another monster girl waifu, the Roboko Cogami. To acquire Cogami:\n** Search for all her parts in the adventure area's exploration function.\n** Assemble her at night.\n** Ask Hopita about your find.\n** Buy the charging station. You'll need to upgrade your house interior so the wiring can handle it. (This will also be useful for other waifus in the future.)\n** Return home in the evening and put your new waifu on her charger.\n** Lewds.\n** Cogami will start off with only basic functions but gradually perform data recovery as you interact with her, opening up more of her abilities. (As they get added.)\n* Alternatively, if you're not interested in robowaifu, once you've collected her parts and assembled her, you can sell her to Hopita. ... She'll be fine. Probably.\n* You can now meet a new monster girl on your farm. To meet her, buy the eldritch statue from Hopita and leave it up for three or more evenings. You'll also need to have found the lab kit in the basement, or paid Hopita to find everything before furnishing said basement. (Finding the kit can come at any point before or after the three days. The statue still needs to be up for the meeting, but after that she'll show up any time the statue is mounted.) If you've brewed some concoctions with the lab kit, she'll buy them off of you for random things she has on her (one potion a night, though this won't expend your evening action... well, unless you decide to trade it for <i>stuff</i> instead).\n* You can discover the Dessert Desert and the Bitch Beach via exploring.\n** The Dessert Desert can be revisited, but there's not much to find other than a chance of finding an item with future uses.\n** The first visit to the Bitch Beach is in, but not repeat visits.\n* When visiting the Jungle Trees, in addition to the possibility of finding oysterberries, you can spot either a Little Brown Elf or a Junglamia. Spotting either won't use up energy (though getting the oysterberries will), so if you decide not to approach them you don't lose anything.\n** Right now only the first interactions for both are available, but hopefully the next update I'll be able to add the repeat encounters with variations.\n\n- Second August 2021 Update-\n\n* Decided that since a lot of the available and planned waifus went a little hard on their kinks or were difficult to get, there should be an "easy", "simple" waifu too. Thus enter Cecilia the Sorta Succubus.\n** To recruit Cecilia, just renovate the interior of your farmhouse and buy at least the base coat of paint. \n** The next morning Cecilia will turn up to apply for a job, whether you sleep over or log out and back in.\n** You can choose to hire Cecilia or send her on her way. It's currently a one-time offer, so if you decline to hire her that's it.\n** If hired, Cecilia will offer to take over cooking for Amooya, you can accept or decline as you like.\n** The eventual plan is for every waifu to offer some in-game benefit for making them a waifu. (Once I figure out the coding and you rebuild her databanks a bit, Cogami will let you automate certain tasks like gardening or exploring.) Every waifu other than Cecilia. Since she's virtually a freebie, she's just there to do lewd things with and use as a guinea pig for various items you find. Also she is in fact better (and lewder) at cooking than Amooya, so there's that.\n* Fixed up some potential problems with the garden plot. (Who knew coding farming had so many pitfalls? Probably everyone that's tried it before.)\n* You can now visit the Mustang Plains. (Man I have ideas for even more areas but I feel like I need to get at least a couple of these fleshed out first, rather than indulge my usual proliferation. Also holy fuck just figuring out and troubleshooting the coding on the fucking repeat zone was so painful guys, wah.)\n** All of the first encounters with the horse-type monster people are done. A second encounter with the Stallioness is also done, but further encounters are pending.\n** Current encounter rates: Daymare 40%, Stallioness 40%, Maregold 10%, Stallyn 10%.\n* You can now acquire Monster Guy Cream by the encounter with the Stallyn. If you happen to have a condom on you (either from the arcade game or an encounter with the Stallioness), you'll get two from one encounter. Once you have some, you can visit the store and Hopita will smell it and offer to buy it from you. (It's quite valuable, to go with how rare monster guys are to encounter.)\n* You can now let Amooya fuck you after you fuck her. These scenes will gradually get slight changes to them as I work on more properly implementing the hidden "Amooya frustration" system. (Mwahaha.)\n* Right now if you use your last stamina point during the day to bang one of your waifus, it treats it as your last action of the day and you'll miss your evening action (well just Amooya since it's just her scenes written this update). I'll fix this up soon.\n\n-Third August 2021 Update-\n\n* Since the game is already getting a little large to start fresh every time, the issue of a save system became obvious (especially once it was actually brought up by someone). Unfortunately every answer to the question of a save system for the Sugarcane format for Twine was "switch to Sugarcube". Those of you who have been around for awhile may recall that the big barrier to switching to Sugarcube was that it colors all its links to the same thing, whether the passage it links to exists or not, eliminating DW's infamous (but necessary) red links. But, in the interest of this, and while the project is still (relatively, compared to DW and DM) small, I've decided to adapt. Current redlinks will be asterisked so you know not to click them, in the future I'll just leave currently unwritten links as plain text. Since this isn't really feasible for the other projects, for now only the standalone version of Farmster Girl World will use Sugarcube, the main games will still use Sugarcane.\n** This will require a fair number of alterations to the code, to the point that I'm not entirely certain that FGW will work inside of DW anymore. We'll see.\n** I have tried to preemptively run down any bugs caused by the alteration (Sugarcube handles true/false statements differently for one thing) but no promises I've caught them all.\n* You can now explore the Bitch Beach on your first arrival.\n* Added repeat encounter with the Little Brown Elf and the Junglamia. (Well, actually two different Junglamias can be encountered after the first one.)\n\n-Last August 2021 Update-\n\n* Added a link back to the adventure area when exploring the Bitch Beach. Oops.\n* You can also return to the Bitch Beach.\n* First encounters with the Beach Bitches at the Bitch Beach are now live. (Whichever one you first encounter, the other one should be your second encounter.)\n* It looks like red links will still work if I don't import a CSS style sheet. Since it looks like Sugarcube defaults to white-on-black, for now I'll just go back to using the default, it's waaaay easier than trying to asterisk everything and then remembering to remove the asterisks when I actually write a passage. Again, if anyone can figure out how to have a better style sheet but also red links, feel free to let me know.\n* You can have Sheba lead you to some of the girls now. (She says you need to have scanned them, but since I'm kind of assuming that you wouldn't want to find a monster girl again unless you'd already fucked them, you need to have both scanned and scened with them.)\n* The system for tracking whether Sheba will offer you quests is already implemented, just that the quests aren't. This means you can continue playing and the quests are more likely to immediately pop up once they're implemented. (Basically she'll have one for you roughly once an in-game week once the system goes in.)\n* I wanted the 'Get Milk?' MGAA to be a quick, straightforward way of getting an item from a monster girl (just less than usual). It didn't seem worth it though if it still used a full energy point, so I toyed with it using a half an energy point, but that seemed messy. Eventually I decided that it's a two-use-a-day item... you can use it twice without needing to expend any of your energy and get a free monster girl milk from whoever you encountered, but then it won't recharge until the next in-game day. (Obviously it would be more profitable FD-wise to do the full encounter, especially with monster girls that drop stuff other than or in addition to monster girl milk, but hey, up to you!)\n** Get Milk? can be used on the Pucker Plants. (Translation: If you don't mind the slight busy work, you can easily get two free monster girl milks a day after buying it.)\n* The first episodes of Mutant Seekers and Catch as Catch Can are available on the DVR.\n* Fixed an error with the new code that kept you from finding Cogami parts while exploring.

*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can try Kit's "[[crossplay gateway drug|QOKW1x5]]".\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can mess with the [[options|QONile3x1]] on the SpinJob app.\n-Update 2-\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can drink the [[Dragonfruit Devil|QODD1x1]] soda himself.\n

Whimpering just a little, you nevertheless undo your pants and shove them and your underwear down, looking shamefaced at the sight of your cum smeared all over the inside of your boxers as well as glistening on your skin and smearing the cock-cage, some of it almost having dripped down to the bright pink strap fastened around your thigh. You definitely can't go take a shower like this, so you have to clean up with some wet wipes before finally lifting the panties into the air, eyeing them in despair. Still, whether she really is watching you in your own room somehow or not, by now you just know she'd know if you didn't put them on. You bend down and step into them, pulling them up your legs and eventually tugging them up your hips, squirming at the feel of the back strap slipping between your buttocks. The front of them fits over the cage on your cock and settles forming such a perfect round bulge that you'd suspect they were actually designed to do exactly that to a boy's cock. You glance at the nearby mirror, noting with dismay that the lines of the panties are really all it takes to make the curves of your hips and ass look completely girly, the bulge of your bound cock the only thing saying that you're not actually female from the waste down. Hurriedly, you pull on a pair of pajama pants, hoping to hide your latest shame. Doubting you're going to get your mind off of this, you climb into bed.\n\nNot long after, Saya hits the vibe with a hard buzz again, making your hips twitch. Then she starts up with a pattern that you recognize from before... it's the one that makes you feel like you're being fucked. She's using a much slower pace than before, despite running steadily through the same levels of vibration... it makes you feel like you're being fucked long, and slow, making you writhe in the bed and suppress your moans. You wonder if she's practiced this on other boys... is this what she does, find arrogant guys and break them bit by bit by, among other things, making them feel like they're getting assfucked? But it just goes on, and on, and on, showing that she has no intent of stopping. Eventually you're forced to admit what's going to happen, and in humiliation you toss off the covers and shove down your pajama pants, then the panties down lower, leaving both them and the pink cage on your cock exposed as you wriggle and whimper on the bed.\n\nIt actually takes quite some time with the slower pace, but eventually you gasp and jerk your hips up, your trapped cock dribbling cum through the parts of the pink cage surrounding it, with you unconsciously pressing a hand over your mouth and giving a very girlish moan at the orgasm that washes over you, your ass clenching around the toy still vibe-fucking you. Not that it stops either, the continued buzzing sort of dragging out the feel, leaving you laying there shivering and almost insensate as Saya plays with you, putting you into a fog of pleasure with her long-range ass-play and having you lay there with your caged cock and cute panties on display until at least a few minutes after midnight, which is when you finally realize it's stopped. You have to think that the slight sense of hesitation you have before pulling the toy out of yourself and unwrapping the battery compartment from your leg is probably part of her psychological torment of you. Sighing, you risk donning your robe and zipping through the hall to take a quick shower, before returning to your room and donning your panties again before settling into an uneasy sleep.\n\nThe next day, as ordered, you make your way to a lingerie shop, nervously rubbing your upper arm as you look around. You're desperately hoping that no one will approach you, until you remember part of Saya's note: 'Make sure to tell the shop employees, nice and clearly, that you're shopping for pretty panties for yourself.' Of course she wouldn't let you just snag a couple of pairs of granny panties from the bargain bin and go. You're working up your nerve to actually approach one of them, when one of the pretty women working here approaches you instead, smiling. "Hello, shopping for a special lady, perhaps?"\n\n"N-... no, I..." You lick your lips, take a deep breath, then force yourself to say, in a clear voice that's not a shout but will probably still carry, "I'm shopping for pretty panties. ... For myself."\n\nYou're expecting her to at best burst out laughing and call the other employees and maybe customers over to make fun of you, and at worst scream that you're a degenerate pervert and call the cops or something. Instead you watch as her eyes light up and her smile grows wider. "Ohhh, panties for <i>you</i>? Well that's just lovely, why don't we pick some out that I think will fit you best?"\n\n"Uh... right," you murmur, following after her. Could this be another girl that calls Saya 'Mistress'? Surely not, Saya's just a college girl, it's not like she has the whole town under her thumb! And yet, the waitress from the other night... more and more you feel like you can't escape her power, so why not believe everyone else is under it too? Certainly, whether or not this woman is one of her slaves or agents or whatever, she seems to be helping Saya wage her psychological warfare on you just fine. The combination of a beautiful woman telling you how attractive you are even as it's to tell you how good you'll look in certain pairs of panties is definitely battering your mind something hard. You walk out of the store with a bag that definitely has more pairs than you'd need just for the week in it, your head spinning with the contradictions of your experience.\n\nAnd over the next week, you really begin to comprehend the full range of how Saya intends to break you. The constant paranoia that someone will discover your cock cage or, now, the panties you're wearing makes you far more meek and submissive than you normally would be... after a few days people around you seem to subconsciously pick up on this, and start ordering you around, telling you to clean up parts of the dorm or run errands for them, and you wind up hopping to obey almost before you know it rather than somehow risk discovery. More than that, the construction of the chastity cage means you have to sit down to pee, squirming in place on the toilet with your pants... and panties... pulled down, then wiping yourself after since you have to keep the cage itself. And then on the side that's not humiliation, every day after Allen's gone, you get up, and pull on a pair of the cute panties you had to buy... and each time are forced to admit how good you look in them, how nice the shape of your butt and hips and legs are when you're wearing them.\n\nYou're a jumbled-up mess by the time Friday rolls around, and you find a shiny, hologrammatic pink-wrapped box waiting for you in front of your door when you return from class. Taking it down with a mixture of fear and relief, since it apparently means your current trial is over, but clearly the next one is just beginning. You head inside, finding Allen's not in, and open the box with trepidation. You do see folded cloth inside, with a fresh letter on top. Choosing to focus on the instructions rather than figure out what that is first, you pick up the paper and look at the elaborate text.\n\n'You've certainly learned to be an obedient little animal this week, haven't you? Mistress is very nearly proud. You've <i>almost</i> earned the right to kneel before me to plead for the freedom of your worthless little cock. Mistress has just one more task for you. Today, you'll go out and buy not just a pair of panties, but matching stockings, garter belt, and bra. You'll also buy a cute skirt and some heels. You'll get your hair and makeup done. Tonight, after dark, you will put on all of that and the shirt in the box, and walk from your dorm room all the way to my place. Shouldn't take you more than an hour. You'll also, of course, indulge anyone that takes you up on the offer you're making. - Mistress'\n\nIt sounds like you really are finally almost at the end of this whole affair! But... 'the offer you're making'? Feeling that sense of dread grow, you lift the white shirt out of the box. It's obviously a girl's shirt, long-sleeved with cutout shoulders and designed to bare the midriff. On the front and back of it is playful but easy to read black text saying 'FREE KISSES!' As well as a bright red heart and a pink set of lipstick marks in the center of it.\n\n<hr>\n[[Just... just a little more! Just a little more!|GwynSaya]]\n\n[[Nooooooooo!|GwynSaya1x6]]

As you're waffling over your decision, your phone pings, and you check it to find a text from Allen saying he'll be gone all weekend. The fact that you won't be interrupted destroys one of your excuses for not obeying, and you find the rest crumbling as you undo your pants and push them and your underwear down, revealing the pink metal enclosure around your cock and balls. Once you've pulled off your shirt as well, you can't help but look down at it and feel a little distress at how small it makes both look... didn't she say wearing it longterm might cause <i>permanent</i> shrinkage? Well... all the more reason to satisfy Saya as fast as possible and get it off, you guess.\n\nYour fingers shake a bit as you sit down to unbox the vibrator and start applying the lube to it, the entire time that you're trying to apply the viscous stuff to it knowing that you're about to be sliding it into your previously untouched ass. What's worse is that once it's lubed up, you still have to awkwardly find a position to put it in from... and that winds up being on your knees and face on the bed, reaching behind yourself to position the lubed-up pink item, trying a few nudges before you feel it up against your pucker. Biting your lip and squirming, you start pushing it in, shuddering some at the unfamiliar sensation of something sliding inside you, spreading you open, penetrating. It's not even that big but it's such an unfamiliar sensation that you're left wiggling your hips back and forth as you try to process it. You push it in further, and further, and almost give a squeak as it suddenly slips further in seemingly of its own accord, settling at a point inside you where it seems like it's unlikely to come out again. Shifting around a bit, after a moment you straighten up slowly onto your knees, glancing down in embarrassment at the thin pink cable running from between your legs (and, you know, into your ass) to the little pink battery case.\n\nAnd then suddenly the bullet gives a hard, firm shake inside you, the suddenness as much as the sensation making you yelp loudly and thrust your hips, your body trembling at the totally strange and unexpected pleasure that the pink bullet buzzing inside your ass brings. It only lasts for a second or two before it stops and you pant a little bit, picking up the battery case and looking at it. You didn't even touch it! But since you're looking right at it, this time you see the little blue light come on as the vibrator buzzes inside your ass again, making you squeak and grit your teeth, your body trembling in time with the vibration that lasts awhile longer this time. You're still left trembling when the light goes off and the vibration ends, and it takes a moment before you can gather your wits to look at the battery case. The indicator beside the blue light that came on shows a set of scaling up bars... power intensity? No there's no way to indicate what it would be on, and there aren't any other indicators on the casing itself. ... Wait, you've heard of these that work on, like... bluetooth, or wi-fi, for people that want to be able to remote activate them for their partner... or, you guess in this instance, slave. But if it's this symbol, then... cellular?! That means Saya can use it on you no matter where you go!\n\nYou groan a little as you realize that must be part of her point... driving home how she has you in her power no matter where you go (presumably as long as you don't leave the country and cause your ass-vibe to invoke roaming charges). Still, there's not much you can do about it, you think right before Saya makes it buzz again almost as if she'd read your thoughts and wanted to agree, making your hips buck and squirm at the feeling of the smooth, shaking cylinder-egg inside you.\n\nYou try to find something to do to distract yourself, like watching a movie or playing games on the computer, but it's hard when Saya buzzes you apparently on her every whim. It's always random enough that you can't brace yourself for it, and sometimes it really does seem like she times it perfectly to disrupt whatever you're doing with the surge of surprise pleasure, to the point that you can't help but think of her as somehow watching over you with some sort of immense power she holds. The damnedest and most humiliating thing is that the more she does it, the more you're forced to admit it feels <i>very</i> good... except even then, even as she buzzes you and leaves it going for multiple minutes until you're panting and red in the face, there's nothing you can do about it. The chastity cage around your cock not only insures that you can't get relief, but that you can't even get hard or rub yourself there, forcing you to experience the pleasure entirely from your ass.\n\nEventually you realize you're getting hungry... and remember the other part of the demand Saya made. You swallow hard, but get some clothes together. You wonder what to do about the battery compartment, but finally realize there's no help for it... you have to unfurl the tightly-rolled strap at the back of it and fasten it around your thigh, like a girl in a hentai, the extra pressure on your leg helping remind you of your situation just like all the others. (At least that one's much easier to start ignoring after a few minutes, especially once you've got your underwear and pants on over it.) Doing your best not to walk funny, and yet somehow suspecting even more strongly than ever that everyone you pass must somehow Know Everything about the cage around your cock and the sex toy buried in your asshole, your cheeks bear an almost constant blush as you try to figure out where to eat that will satisfy Saya's demands but not wind up with you too humiliated.\n\nThe first two places you try have, respectively, only a scattering of people and practically no one eating there. But the moment you start to step in the door the vibe switches on and stays on, leaving you standing there trembling and red-faced with the hostesses looking at you funny until you turn and hurry out, whereupon the vibration stops. Damn, can Saya actually read your mind?! ... No, but she can track the sex toy she's using on you, you realize with a heavy heart as you walk along the sidewalk, and she's obviously lived in this town for a few years... she knows which places are busy on a Saturday night and which ones aren't, and all she has to do is buzz you when she sees your GPS dot in a certain place on the map. And so, taking a deep breath and bracing yourself, you head for the nearby sports bar that you can practically hear the crowd of from outside.\n\nOf course it's packed, and you wind up having to wait to be seated... which Saya apparently enjoys, giving you short little 'jolts' every so often, often just whenever someone sits down beside you or gets up for their table, making you again wonder if she's got some sort of more thorough observation method than just GPS tracking. But finally your name is called and you're shown to a mostly out-of-the-way table. But as if the universe were punishing you for enjoying that one tiny bit of reprieve, your waitress shows up and she's just... almost unbearably attractive. "Hi, are you ready to order?" she chirps.\n\n"U-um, I'll just have the basic bURRRger," you almost squeak as the vibe suddenly buzzes hard while you're talking, making your face go red after your little jolt in the seat. "And a sodah-ah-ah," you stammer as it does a trio of shorter blips inside you.\n\nThankfully she seems not to notice, just echoing back the order and then hurrying off. You slump forward against the table some, doing your best to muffle a whimper as the vibe switches back on at a low, steady thrum for awhile. Saya continues to play with you remotely all through your wait for your meal and even as you try to eat, sometimes short hard buzzes, or long low ones, and everything in between. You're left trying desperately to act normal and like nothing's going on, which just makes you more intensely aware of the vibrator lodged inside you. Every time someone so much as glances at you, for a flash you're sure they heard something, saw something, and it's like you're sitting there naked and exposed save for the pink cage around your prick, the pink strap around your thigh, and the pink cable disappearing into your pucker, until they look away again. You almost think you've gotten through all of it when the hot waitress comes back with your check, except that she stops and smiles at you. "I hope your visit to us was fun tonight, sir?"\n\nEven as you start to reply that it was fine, the vibrator switches back on. "I-it was fah-" But this is no quick buzz... Saya suddenly seems determined to play you like a musical instrument, alternating the vibrator's settings repeatedly as you tremble in your chair.\n\n"Sir?" the waitress asks innocently, tilting her head. "Is something wrong? Should I get the manager?"\n\n"N-no, no, it's... it's fiiine," you practically whimper as Saya switches to a pattern of short, hard pulses followed by longer steady ones. You slump forward onto your arms on the table, barely holding yourself up. It feels like... it feels like you're getting fucked, like Saya is fucking you from wherever she is.\n\n"Sir?" the waitress asks again, just as a particularly hard buzz from the vibe pushes you over the edge and actually makes you cum from your ass. You can feel your trapped cock twitching slightly, suddenly highly sensitive inside its entrapment as you fill your underwear with a load that's been deliberately built up over two days. "Are you sure you're okay?" she asks, leaning in closer to you, concern all over her pretty face.\n\n"I'm..." You swallow, still breathing hard, some of your bangs actually damp with sweat. "... I'm fine..."\n\n"Good." She smiles... then leans in, lips almost brushing your ear as she whispers, "You should have just let the Mistress be in charge from the start, bitch. Now go out the back way so you don't bother anyone with your creamed panties."\n\nThe sudden shock of fear at the realization Saya actually does have agents around town mingled with humiliation that the waitress knew the entire time makes your body go tense... and your ass clamp around the vibe, earning a fresh gasp from you. Nodding meekly, you rise and slip into the nearby hallway, hurrying out the service entrance with a steadily spreading dark spot on the front of your jeans. Luckily Saya doesn't seem to be quite cruel enough to buzz you while you're driving, since your return to the dorm is largely lacking in vibe attacks. However, once you do return, you spot another of those bright pink little girl's birthday style presents sitting prominently in front of your door, where it surely must have been seen by other dorm residents by now. Groaning softly, you hurry to pick it up and take it inside. It's fairly flat compared to the last one, and when you open it up you find that that's because all it contains is another envelope... and a purple G-string, the front of it showing a lacey embroidered top and the rest a shiny, smooth surface of gleaming silk. With a whine low in your throat, you open the envelope and pull out the note. It's still fancy and embossed, although this one's considerably longer.\n\n'You were so comfortable confiding in me last night that you told me how hard you'd tried to dress manly. Well too bad! These panties are yours, and you'll put them on right away. Tomorrow, you'll go out shopping for more pairs, at least enough for the rest of the week. They all need to be as cute as these. Make sure to tell the shop employees, nice and clearly, that you're shopping for pretty panties for yourself. -Mistress PS: Remember, the vibe stays in until midnight!'\n\nPanties? Now she wants you to wear panties for the rest of the week?! ... And you have to buy them with your own money?!\n\n<hr>\n[[That's it, this is too far!|GwynSaya]]\n\n[[... better look up a nearby lingerie store...|GwynSaya1x5]]

That's just too far! That's... that's dangerous! That's... no! Halfway between howling in fury and sobbing in frustration and somehow managing not to do either, you drop the shirt and rush out the door, hurrying to your truck and setting off for Saya's place.\n\nYou rush up the stairs and to the door of her apartment once you arrive, pounding a fist against it. "Saya! Saya, open up! It's too much! Saya!" you call, at this point too frazzled to care that tears are streaking down your cheeks.\n\nYou're actually a little surprised when the door opens and Saya's standing there, wearing jeans and a comfy-looking pink turtleneck sweater, eyeing you coolly as she rests one hand on the door and the other on her hip. "Well don't you have quite the nerve on you? You go and be an obedient little worm all week, making me think there might actually be hope for you, and then you go and pull a stunt like this. Just what are you thinking?"\n\n"It's... it's too much." You sniffle, almost hiccuping a little bit. "You can't just... you can't just make me kiss random people... I haven't even... I haven't even... plus what if someone... what if they..."\n\n"... Oh, for..." Saya puts a hand to her face, sighing deeply, then steps back and points commandingly. "Inside."\n\nLetting your head droop, you obey, slumping into her apartment, meek once again as you stand and nervously rub your thumbs together. Saya closes the door and turns to face you, folding her arms. "First of all, I'll have you know I was going to have someone escort you in case anyone tried to take it too far. I may be a manipulative, petty, cruel dominatrix, but I'm not a complete monster. Second, you have <i>too</i> been kissed before, dumbass."\n\nYou blink at her, then your cheeks flush. "Um. Oh. Right. I..." You squirm around a little. "... A lot of that's a blur, I was... ... drunk..."\n\n"Yes, I'm aware, I <i>got</i> you drunk as part of teaching you a lesson." She narrows her eyes at you until you slump again, then rolls them once more and lets out a huff. "Oh, fine, fine, maybe I took it a little too far. If it's got you <i>this</i> worked-up maybe it's time to end it early. It's only fun if you willingly go along with it."\n\n"W-willingly?!" you splutter, head snapping up. "You locked my dick in a cage! You said you'd destroy the key if I didn't do what you say! I couldn't get it off without humiliating myself!"\n\n"... You know doctors have a code of confidentiality, right?" she replies, quirking one eyebrow. "You could have just made an appointment with one, told them what the problem is, and they'd arrange for someone with a medical saw to remove it, I told you that it's mostly the locking mechanism and associated parts that are titanium. They wouldn't be allowed to tell anyone about it either, it would be illegal. If you really wanted it off, that would have been way less embarrassing than going to a restaurant with a vibrator in your ass, or announcing to a whole store that you wanted pretty panties."\n\nYou open your mouth... then close it. That's right, despite everything Saya told you to do, somehow you always assumed it was better than just telling someone. Does that mean... does that mean that you were actually cooperating? While your head's swimming with that, Saya continues.\n\n"Don't blame yourself, I deliberately did my best to lead you into thinking that obeying me was your only option. The point was that if you <i>really</i> wanted it off you would have either confronted me like this or done something to get rid of it. But, we've reached that point, so I guess this is where the fun ends." She shrugs, looking a little resigned.\n\n"Uh... y-yeah... so does that mean you'll remove it?" you murmur.\n\n"Why? I just told you how you can remove it without my help. Oh, I suppose that if I removed it myself now, it would eliminate any chance I'd get in trouble if you ratted on me to the doctor you got to remove it..." Saya smirks at you, purple-blue eyes twinkling. "But of course that runs the risk of your little escapade getting exposed one way or another, so I'll still roll the dice on you not telling. Although I suppose if you <i>really</i> want the key, I can go ahead and give it to you... if you play along one last time. No, not the kissing shirt," she interrupts as you start to open your mouth. "I mean right here, right now. You let me dominate you. Properly. Thoroughly. Tonight I get to make you my little pet and do whatever I want to you. Once I'm done, I unlock the cage, we go our separate ways, and no one ever has to talk about this experience again." She shrugs again, and gestures in the general direction of the door. "Or, you can go make a doctor's appointment. I even have a few cards, if you need a recommendation."\n\n... How generous. Still, it's a decision to make.\n\n<hr>\n[[Leave and see a doctor.|GwynSaya]]\n\n[[Let Saya dominate you.|GwynSaya]]

Okay, so she'll want to decide where you go on your dates and maybe tie your wrists to the bedframe, that's no big deal, right? You can deal with <i>that</i> in return for not having to wear a skirt. Nodding firmly, you text Liam back to tell him you'll take the date with Saya. He assures you that he'll set everything up, and after a bit more of playing telephone (via texts on your telephones) he has the two of you set up for a date on Friday. \n\nSince you've resolved the issue of how you're dressing, you decide to actually go a little above and beyond. You dig around in your clothes and haul out some of the more formal stuff. Over the week, when Allen isn't around to make you feel self-conscious, you experiment with a few different looks. Of course you don't discover anything that takes you out of looking 'pretty' and into 'properly handsome', but that was mostly a vain hope anyway. You finally decide on wearing the coat open and the top few buttons of the shirt undone, with the collar tugged slightly open. It's a tiny bit seventies retro but you figure it looks sufficiently masculine to offset... y'know... your face, at least a little.\n\nAnd so you show up at the restaurant on Friday evening, telling the hostess who you are, and being told that your date is already waiting. (Tch, you didn't get here first... well, you're early, but apparently not early enough.) It's not a Michelin star sort of place, but it's obviously trying to at least give an appearance of being more upscale so that college kids have somewhere to go for these sorts of dates, you think as you're led through the restaurant. Saya looks up from the drink menu at your approach, and gives you a warm, sweet smile that definitely has you feeling like you made the right choice as you take your own seat.\n\n"You must be Gwyn," she says, still smiling at you. Her voice is even and rich, a bit more mature than you would have expected from someone at most a year or two your senior, but then it sounds like maybe she's practiced speaking? Maybe she's in one of those 'communications' courses that includes lessons on public speaking.\n\n"And you must be Saya. It's really nice to meet you, I hope I didn't keep you waiting long," you reply, trying to smile naturally and not seem nervous.\n\n"Oh, not at all, I always like to show up fairly early and look over everything on the menu before my date gets here, perhaps ask a few questions of the staff," she replies, eyes closing and head tilting a bit as she smiles at you again. "Just one of my little foibles."\n\nOh. Right. The dominance thing. Liam said she'd probably even want to order for you, it sounds like she's really into being completely on top of the situation. ... But... but does she have to be? Maybe she's just testing you or something! Maybe she really wants someone just as strong-willed as her. Or... maybe even moreso! Should you take a chance? Or... well, should you follow Liam's advice?\n\n<hr>\n[[Let Saya order for you.|GwynSaya3x1]]\n\n[[Order for yourself.|GwynSaya]]\n\n[[Order for Saya.|GwynSaya1x2]]

Your head cleared of the haze of alcohol by the shock and dismay, you slump beneath the pressure of Saya's toes and the ball of her foot. "... okay," you practically whimper. Clearly this is your punishment for thinking things were going so well.\n\n"Good." Looking more smug than ever, Saya steps back and moves to get down off the bed, seeming now completely confident in her effective nudity rather than merely shyly seductive like before. She shows no hesitation about bending over in front of you, displaying her bare ass and pussy as she rummages for something in a drawer, even humming and wiggling her hips at you in what you highly suspect is mocking teasing considering the state she's put you in. Despite your now humiliated surge of arousal at the display, which includes glimpses of her pucker and that perfect round ass of hers framed by the garters, your cock refuses to react in its little pink prison, even as she walks back over and leans down, breasts pressing around your entraped prick and balls as she holds out a box wrapped up like a present for a small girl, complete with pink cartoon ponies dancing across the shiny surface. "Now, I thought something like this might happen, which is why I had my little device handy, as well as this. This is your first mission, scum," she continues, smirking at you as she moves her shoulders, grinding her tits against your enclosed cock and making you squirm more at the feel of them against your lap. "At noon tomorrow, you'll open it, and follow the instructions on the note inside. If you don't, well, I might just decide to throw the key to that lock into the trash." Then she stands, pulling away from you and turning to the side, pointing to the door. "Now get dressed and get out, worm."\n\nShamefacedly, you stand, unable to help using your hands to cover your pink-entrapped prick as you shuffle over to the pile of your clothes, feeling vulnerable and demeaned as you bend over to start picking them up.\n\n"Ah-ah. Leave the underwear." \n\nWincing a little, you nevertheless nod meekly and leave your boxers where they are, instead stepping into your pants and pulling them up to do them. The fabric against your bare ass and enclosed cock just constantly reminds you of the situation you're in, making you squirm and flush as you get into the rest of your clothes and walk out the door carrying your pretty pink punishment package, head and shoulders slumped. The entire walk back to where you parked your truck, you can feel the interior of your pants rubbing against your bare ass and the cage, constantly reminding you that they're there, the same for the drive back to your dorm. When you arrive, you hurriedly hide the box behind your back when you notice Allen's there and at his computer.\n\n"Oh, hey dude, how'd the date go?" he asks distractedly.\n\n"Um. Y'know. Fine," you murmur, edging over to your own desk and sitting down, trying not to blush like mad as you quickly tuck the package into a drawer.\n\n"Ah, well, plenty of fish in the sea, all that," he answers, apparently assuming you struck out as he continues with what he's doing.\n\nIf only that was all that had happened, you think glumly as you begin trying to focus on using your own computer, doing your best to seem nonchalant. Obviously you're going to have to wait for Allen to go to bed before you can change, which means waiting him out, and continuing to act normal while very aware of your lack of underwear and caged cock. Actually, won't that be how the entire week will be? Dammit!\n\nHe takes quite awhile to turn in too, and even then you wait until you're certain he's asleep before hurriedly changing into your pajama pants and a sleeping shirt. Of course it's still not a lot better... every little move and shift still makes you acutely aware of the metal enclosure around your dick, and you have a long, fitful night with short spurts of sleep, each time dreaming of Saya's naked body, her smile sweet and cruel as she repeatedly robs you of your manhood in various fantastical ways. By the time you actually feel rested enough to get up, it's past eleven, and you glumly dress and head out to the dining hall, getting lunch while trying to act normal, somehow paranoid that the people going about their lives around you will somehow sense the chastity device hidden under your clothes. When you return to the room, it's almost noon (with Allen nowhere in sight, luckily), so with a heart full of trepidation you pull out the wrapped package, tearing the paper and opening it up. Inside is an envelope, a plastic dispensor tube, and a clear plastic case... containing a pink bullet vibrator and battery case.\n\nYour sense of doom growing, you open the envelope and pull out the card inside. Dang, Saya really does like to be prepared, it's done up like a fancy party invitation and everything! The embossed text reads 'You will put this in and keep it in until midnight. You will go out to dinner at a busy restaurant. If you don't, I will know. -Mistress' You lower your gaze from the note, to the tube (which, you have to figure, must be lube), and then at the vibrator. She's not starting out small, is she?\n\n<hr>\n[[Do it.|GwynSaya1x4]]\n\n[[Toss it.|GwynSaya]]

Hey, when you came to college, you decided you were gonna change everything! And that means being confident! You pick up the menu and try to look coolly assessing as you look it over rather quickly, practically sensing the approach of the waiter.\n\n"And have you decided what you'll be having this evening?" he asks with a Customer Service Smile.\n\n"Yes, I will have the eight ounce sirloin, rare, and the lady will have the chicken club salad," you answer evenly, holding the menu out to him as if that were that. You smile over at Saya, then have to fight not to go pale. Her face has completely lost all of the sunny good humor it had earlier, replaced by a blank mask and a flat stare, her blue-purple eyes cold.\n\n"Ah... fine choices, sir. Ma'am?" the waiter asks, trying to keep the Customer Service Smile in place as he looks at Saya.\n\nAnd suddenly she's all bright smiles and twinkling eyes again as she nods at him. "Certainly, that sounds lovely!"\n\nYou feel even more relieved than the waiter looks as he collects her menu and walks off. Saya must just have been surprised by your take-charge attitude. In fact she looks positively thrilled as she leans forward and places one of her hands over yours, the touch sending a bit of an excited thrill through you.\n\n"That is so <i>classic</i>, ordering for your date," she coos, giving your hand a light squeeze. "That sort of strong manly behavior had practically died out, but there you are, whisking me off my feet with it!"\n\n"Well, I mean, just doing what came natural," you reply, doing your best to continue seeming easygoing while also trying to not literally puff out your chest at the praise.\n\n"I'd love to see what you'll select from the drink list, too," she almost gushes, holding out the smaller faux leather folding menu. "I bet a strong man like you will pick out an equally strong drink, right?"\n\nOh. Uh. Well, when she puts it like that, you're confident enough to try getting away with anything! So you give her your best Bond Smile as you accept the drink menu and skim over it. Okay, wine is what you usually pick, right? But wait, that's not really that strong or manly? Mixed drinks? But what if you screwed up and picked a girly one? Okay, they have a big craft beer section, since you know she read it you'll just pick something with a high ABV, and order her a cider, girls like sweet fruity things that are pretty weak, right? When the waiter comes back, you're extremely relieved when he actually doesn't card you, instead just once more commending your choice and going off to the bar, while Saya rubs your hand and gazes adoringly at you.\n\nOver the rest of the dinner the two of you continue to talk, Saya sipping at her cider as you do your best to take strong, manly pulls of the 'trippel' you ordered, which isn't easy without pulling a face but comes more naturally around your second one. It seems like Saya is just super easy to talk to, her seemingly everflowing praise making you more and more comfortable with telling her about yourself, especially since absolutely everything you tell her seems to make you more manly and powerful and, you're thinking, virile in her eyes. Certainly by the time the check comes, she's relocated to your side of the table and is practically snuggled up against you, one of her hands rubbing up and down your thigh as she murmurs to you how wonderful a time she's having and she wishes it didn't have to end just because dinner was over. You have the truly take-charge idea to suggest the two of you continue your night somewhere more private, which seems to cause Saya to remember she lives nearby, and of course you could come over with her. Her forearm nudges against yours as she shifts slightly, and you find your hand sliding onto her thigh, brushing over the lacy tops of her stockings, and half-reflexively moving upward a bit, your thumb slipping along the trail of a garter... and your fingers finding nothing but warm, soft skin, and then slight slickness.\n\n"Yes, let's go to your place," you tell her, smiling at how thoroughly in charge of this situation you are.\n\nThe two of you walk about a block to some nearby four-story buildings, and into the one Saya indicates, with you leading the way to her apartment somehow, you're not sure, but you feel certain that you are from the way she's walking slightly behind you hugged up to your arm. Inside is a mostly open floorplan apartment, but quite large and well-appointed. Saya smiles at you, and of course you kiss her. You're not sure how you decided, it was like there was a bit of light pressure here and there along your side to urge you and then you were leaning in and her lips were on yours. But the sheer passion and desire in her kiss has adrenaline coursing through your veins and your cock throbbingly hard in your pants, leaving you gasping out an almost moan as she steps back, blushing shyly.\n\n"You know... there's this technique I heard about," she says in a shy whisper, glancing away. "I always wanted to try it, but my <i>last</i> boyfriend was such a wimp that he practically ran away whenever I suggested it."\n\nWell her <i>new</i> boyfriend is no wimp! "I'd be interested, though," you declare, and you're pretty sure your voice has gotten deeper.\n\n"Mm, good. Why don't you get undressed and lay down on the bed, then?" she suggests, eyes twinkling. "I'm going to get what I need and... get a little more comfortable too."\n\nFlushing (though you're sure that's totally fine, everything seems totally fine), you nod and head over towards the bed. You're definitely not drunk at all, just confident, though these buttons sure have gotten harder to work since a few hours ago. But soon you're out of your clothes and turning to flop back on the bed, your long, slender cock jutting up over your belly. You just lay there for a moment, brain pleasantly foggy with... obviously not drunkness because you are a strong manly dude who constantly enjoys strong manly drinks, but anticipation, yeah that's it, anticipation. You raise your head at the sound of bare footfalls on the hardwood floor, your cock giving a twitch at the sight of Saya naked, save for her garter belt and stockings, her full breasts jiggling lightly with her steps due to the position she's holding a metal bowl in. She gives a long sigh of obvious desire at the sight of your naked body, making you twitch again and a pleasant shiver run through you as she moves onto the bed, straddling your legs and setting the bowl aside, then moving to wrap a hand around your shaft. You can't help but jump a little at how cold it is, despite how good the touch feels... her hands definitely weren't that cold back in the restaurant!\n\n"It's called the 'snow and lava' technique," she purrs at you as she continues stroking, making you squirm as her other, equally cold hand moves to fondle your balls. "I use ice to gradually make you go soft and shrink a bit... and then I warm you back up," she continues, leaning forward and placing her hot, hot mouth briefly against your skin, flicking her tongue over it before sitting up, that fully sultry smile in place. "And you'll be bigger and harder than ever before~."\n\nOh yes, you definitely want to be bigger and harder for you. ... For her. Bigger and harder for her. You nod, your eyes glazed with lust and desire and a feeling of power as she coos softly at you, continuing to stroke her hands over you, occasionally pausing to press them over the sides of the bowl to cool them again. Eventually she starts pressing them to or even sticking them in the ice cubes in the bowl itself, so that her hands send cool rivulets of water streaming over your skin as she strokes and fondles you. Shivering both in pleasure and at the cold, you let your head sink back to rest on the mattress and your eyes close, your breathing shuddery as she continues her work, even occasionally bringing an ice cube out to run it up and down your slowly shrinking shaft. It's such a strange, amazing sensation, your cock losing hardness and size but still getting stroked and fondled, a combination of slight numbness and heightened sensitivity at the same time at all her attentions, her pressings here and there over your crotch. And then suddenly you feel pressure all around your now soft, rather shrunken cock and balls... ah, did she put everything in her mouth?! Is this the 'warm up' part?\n\n<i>click</i>\n\n'Click?' you think dazedly, raising your head and looking down. Saya is on her hands and knees above you, her expression having shifted from the sultry, adoring one of earlier into something more befitting a smug cat. You look from her down to your cock, your eyes widening at the fact that both your shaft and balls are now encased in a device of brushed pink metal, one that holds your shaft folded down over the front of your balls, and the whole thing making it look quite small. To one side of it, apparently the source of the 'click', is a little heart-shaped lock. "W-wha?!"\n\n"You know, if you'd bothered to ask about <i>me</i> tonight instead of letting me goad you into yammering on about yourself, you might have found out that one of the fields of study I'm pursuing is medical device design. Which this isn't, quite, but some of the same principles still apply." She pushes herself up and stands looming above you, feet spread and braced, one hand on her elbow and the other on her chin as she smirks down at you, all traces of the worshipful attitude she had earlier having disappeared, even the faint drunken blush on her cheeks gone. "It can be worn for <i>very</i> extended periods without any risk of damage, and will completely prevent you from getting hard. It has almost no negative side effects... well, you will have to sit down to piss, like a girl." Her eyes twinkle with a much crueler glitter than the fawning one earlier. "And theoretically longterm wear can cause permanent shrinkage. Not sure about that, you might wind up being a good test subject."\n\n"S-Saya, what are you talking about?! Stop kidding around!" you blurt, grabbing at the little novelty-looking lock and yanking. It just looks like one of those pathetic ones like they put on cheap diaries, but nothing happens other than a tug on your caged prick.\n\n"Don't bother, it may look simple but all the important parts are made of titanium. I don't skimp on my tools, especially to punish bad little boys who think they're going to take charge over me." Throwing back her head and laughing derisively, she puts a stocking-clad foot on your chest and shoves you down against the mattress, shifting her hands to rest her fists on her hips as she smirks down at you again. "Now, I'm going to teach you your place. And that place is crawling at my feet like the little worm you are. So for the next week, you're going to do whatever I say, whenever I say. I'm going to degrade you, demean you, maybe even humiliate you publicly if I feel like, and if by next Friday I'm satisfied that you've internalized that your place is bowing in slavish obedience to everything with a pussy, <i>maybe</i> I'll feel like removing your cock cage. Understood?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Submit.|GwynSaya1x3]]\n\n[[Escape!|GwynSaya2x1]]

You've heard particularly large dicks referred to as 'anacondas' before... that must be the top of the scale. Perhaps it's just natural male ego, but given the choice, you have to go for the biggest endowment possible. ... Besides, you've got these tits to go with it, right? "I'll take the Anaconda," you declare.\n\n"Oh my, do be careful with it," the smirky guy says as he ducks and rummages beneath the counter, before straightening up as he rounds it... holding something that looks an awful lot like an actual large snake. Or at least part of one, since one end near one of his hands ends abruptly, although the other end still definitely features the arrow-like head. "This one can definitely get out of hand!"\n\n"Uh, hey, I'm not so sure about this n-" You start, only to yelp in surprise as the front flap of your outfit flips up with a little sparkle of magic. Taking advantage of even that momentary confusion, the robe-clad man darts his hand in and attaches the flat end to your crotch just above the low-slung panties, before stepping back and letting go.\n\nYou actually stagger just a bit from the sudden weight... it's definitely attached to you! But then you're mostly distracted by the odd sensations coursing through your body... you can <i>feel</i> it, and it definitely feels like having an extremely large cock wobbling and swaying from your crotch. But that's nothing compared to the feeling when it starts <i>moving</i>, shaking back and forth on its own, then slowly rising up... not growing hard and stiff, but actually sinuously writhing its way up through the air, moving like an actual living thing. You thump your back against the wall of a little alcove nearby, panting and staring as your new snake-cock rises up... then turns its head to look at you.\n\n"Hhhhappyyyy Hhhhalloweeeen," it declares with what sounds like a sibilant snicker, its voice smooth and airy\n\n"D-does this count as a trick or treat?" you stammer out, reduced to quipping since any higher functions of your brain appear temporarily offline.\n\n"Maybe bothhhhh," your cock answers with another soft, hissing laugh. "In any event, let'ssss not dawdle... lotssss of fun to haaaave out there!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Might as well roll with it.|BuddyFHP]]\n\n[[No way, this is too weird, you want a refund!|BuddyFHP2x4]]

"Hey! Hey, no way is that fair, I want a dick too!" You grab Candy by the shoulders and start shaking her vigorously, your eyes wild.\n\n"Uwaaaaah!" she squeals, head wobbling back and forth and tits finally popping out of her top, and also wobbling back and forth.\n\n"I need a dick and I need it now!" you blurt.\n\n"Hello, I couldn't help but overhear," a noodly guy with blonde hair wearing a hoodie and a chestplate says, sliding over towards you.\n\nYou uppercut him across the room without even looking at him as you bolt to your feet. "This is pure injustice!"\n\n"I could not help but overhear, as did a significant portion of the party," Atalanta pipes up. "But if you sincerely feel the need for such a thing, they sell them in the party currency store."\n\n"E-eh?! Really?!" You wheel towards her, smiling brightly, then your face falls. "... Wait, didn't the instructions say not to add other magical accessories to my costume?"\n\n"These are specifically crafted to work in harmony with the Mystic Codes created by the Owner. If you want a dick so badly, you can-"\n\n"UUUUUUUUUUUWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!" Not even waiting for her to finish, you take off like a shot. Guided less by knowledge and more by some deep embedded instinct that drives you towards the potential of bagging one of the ridiculously hot people at this party, you race up the stairs leading to the monster fighting area. "UUUUUUUUUUUWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!" you howl as you spot a group of pumpkin-headed skeletons, which actually wheel around towards you in surprise before you crash through them, sending loose bones flying everywhere as you snatch up the currency on your way up the next set of stairs. "OOORRRRRRRRRRRYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" you shriek as you charge down on a handful of painted oni, their faces blanching right before you crash through them and send them flying with as much ease as the skeletons.\n\nTwenty minutes later, you fling yourself to the front of the prize claim booth, your flustered, sweaty form, hard breathing, and wild eyes apparently upsetting the scantily-clad brown-skinned woman behind it since she instantly throws up her hands (causing her own tremendous breasts to bounce) and blurts out "Please don't kill me!"\n\n"Dick," you pant heavily, breasts heaving and half out of your costume. "Want... buy... dick."\n\n"O-oh. Um, well, thank you for not killing me. J-just one moment, please, I need to get the other shopkeeper," she says, stepping back nervously. At you jerking your head up she twitches back and again blurts "Don't kill me!" before hurrying to add, "Th-they're just a specialist at adding dicks to women, that's all, the Owner insisted on it!" Then she turns and scurries away.\n\nA second later she's replaced by a tall, pretty man with scruffy white hair and slightly elaborate robes, who smiles at you in a way that makes you want to punch him even though you're not entirely sure why. "Hello, I understand you wish to buy one of the 'add-ons' from the party store?"\n\n"Yeah," you answer, having managed to catch your breath by now and put yourself back in some semblance of order, complete with tugging on the straps of your costume to get them back in place. You dump a large number of copper, silver, and gold-colored plastic medallions onto the countertop. "Here, this is what I earned, is this enough?"\n\n"Oh my my my, this is actually more than enough," he answers genially. "You can buy any of the 'add-ons' we have with this! It's merely a matter of picking which you like!"\n\nYou start to open your mouth to say you don't care, then close it. ... Why wouldn't you care? This is a unique opportunity to actually pick your dick, as it were. "Uh, well, I mean, what've you got?"\n\n"The Owner has crafted a number of lovely offerings for this evening, including the 'Mega Man', the 'Gemini', the 'Centaur', and the 'Anaconda'. However, if you were of a mind to take on the excitement and risk of random chance, there's a very special gacha just for this sort of thing. Throw your funds in and let the Random Numbers God decide what sort of endowment you'll possess this evening!"\n\n<hr>\n[[The Mega Man.|BuddyFHP11x1]]\n\n[[The Gemini.|BuddyFHP]]\n\n[[The Centaur.|BuddyFHP12x1]]\n\n[[The Anaconda.|BuddyFHP2x3]]\n\n[[... Oh what the hell. Gacha!|BuddyFHP6x1]]

"Ah, anyone wanna get some punch?" you suggest, starting to feel a little overwhelmed. The party is a riot of costumes of things you recognize and things you don't... everything that's happened tonight leaves you wanting to take some time to adjust with people you know (even if it's only relatively, like the cat twins). \n\n"Y-yeah, that sounds good to me too!" Candy almost blurts, apparently having much the same outlook (probably for much the same reasons). \n\n"The punch is pretty good, nya," Nyalter allows, the four of you heading for the refreshments table.\n\nSo for a little while your quartet finds a fairly peaceable place to sit at the edge of the party, sipping punch and eating cookies and watching the other revelers. You note that you and Candy are definitely not the most provocatively-dressed people at this party... nor do either of you have the biggest tits. (Admittedly Candy still seems to be in the higher end of the scale, but you're pretty sure the MILF-y Japanese lady wearing the really tiny pink bikini and straw hat has her outdone.) You do gradually relax, probably from a mixture of the (obviously fairly weak) alcohol in the punch and just getting used to it.\n\n"Man though, everyone here is just super attractive," you note, watching what's obviously a couple of a pretty woman with a long blonde braid and a slender young man with silvery hair walk past. "... The ones that aren't dressed like monsters, anyway. But still..." You trail off, watching a woman with two-tone blue and pink hair wearing not a lot more than a pair of stockings appropriate a particularly tall and sturdy candle holder as a stripper pole. "... Kinda wish I still had my dick," you mutter, keeping your voice quiet and aimed at Candy rather than the whole group. "I mean you get me, right?"\n\n"... um," Candy murmurs, her cheeks going bright red as she squirms, pressing down on the front of her skirt with one hand.\n\n"... Wait, what?" You turn to stare at your friend.\n\n"I mean... i-it's not <i>mine</i>, really!" the maid-demoness whispers back, looking horribly embarrassed. "But there was a strapon in all that stuff Nyalter brought, s-so I put it on when I was getting dressed and it turned real and... ... it's actually kinda a lot bigger than mine," she admits, hanging her head.\n\n"S-seriously?"\n\n"Y-yeah."\n\n<hr>\n[["... I wanna see."|BuddyFHP5x1]]\n\n[["... NO FAIR I WANT ONE!"|BuddyFHP2x2]]

"H-hey, I need to exchange this, this is way too weird!" you blurt, looking back and forth. "Which way was the stand, I need to find that smirky dick again!"\n\n"Ohhhhh, come nowwwww, you'll hurt my feelingssss," the snake coos, twisting around to keep face-to-face with you even as you try to look for the tradein area you were just at, blocking your view.\n\n"Look sorry but I just want a cock that I don't have to argue with!" you snap back, shuddering a little at the sensation of, well, what feels like your dick moving around like that.\n\n"If that'sssss the casssse, we'll jusssst make it ssssoooo you can't arguuuuue," your snake-dick answers in an overly reasonable tone.\n\n"What do you mean? Hey, what's that?" you ask, as its eyes begin to swirl with purple, red, and yellow spirals. "Oh come on are you... seri-... -ous..." Your head wobbles a little in place, and you find yourself gradually slumping back against the wall as tension bleeds out of your body. "Uh... ummm..." Your lips curl up a little as every bit of anxiety and worry gradually drains out of you... it feels so good to stare into those swirling, deep eyes and feel your mind drift away inside them.\n\n"Therrrre we gooooo... that'sssss a good girrrrl," your cock coos, before turning and pointing itself back towards the party. "Now, come aloooong, we need to find ssssomething to ssssstick me in!"\n\n'I've heard of being led around by your dick but this is ridiculous,' some distant part of your brain thinks, prompting you to giggle inanely as you push away from the wall and settle into a slight slump forward, your arms dangling limp and swaying (along with your tits) as you start shuffling forward, following the lead of your snake-dick as it goes on the prowl.\n\nYou get plenty of stares and double-takes as you go past... apparently a barely-clad woman with a large white snake protruding from the front of her crotch is pretty out there even for this party. It apparently spots its target fairly quickly, though, tugging on you to aim you towards a tall woman with a blonde ponytail, wearing a blue bodysuit with black accents and some pink glowy bits, the shiny material leaving pretty much nothing to the imagination, even clearly outlining her labia and nipples as she turns around to face you at your approach and gives a little start.\n\n"Uh, whoa... hey, I know this party gets wild and all, but I'm not quite into <i>that</i> level of stuff, I-" Samus had raised her hands to ward you off, before her head jerks a little at the snake's head raising up level with it... then she just stares. And gradually her hands lower, arms dropping to her sides. You actually think you can catch some swirls in her eyes too... either that or it's the reflection of the snake's eyes.\n\n"You were ssssssaying that you'd loooove to go to a room and fuck, yesssss?" your cock prompts her, giving that sibilant snicker again as it does.\n\n"Yeah," Samus answers with a little faint smile of her own, shoulders slumping as she turns around, settling into the same slouched-forward shambling walk you're using. "Room. Fuck."\n\nThe two of you make your jangly-gaited way towards the stairs, with you in your airy, dissociated state not able to think much beyond how nice her ass looks in that bodysuit. Samus precedes the two of you up the stairs and into one of the rooms, where she obeys your cock's order to strip, running a hand down the front of her suit to open it, then peeling it off, her own large tits wobbling and jiggling as she squirms her way out of the thing.\n\n"Now, on your kneesssss," your cock instructs, waiting until Samus has done so to wind its way through the air and press to her lips, flicking its tongue across them. She obeys some unspoken part of its commands and opens her mouth, licking at its blunt muzzle as she raises her hands to start stroking its sinuous, writhing body as she sucks and kisses at its face.\n\nThough you're still just standing there slumped and with a brainless smile on your face, you're still processing everything, and it feels quite wild. Samus's hands on the snake's body definitely do feel like she's stroking your cock, but more than that, you can taste her mouth and lips every time the snake flicks its tongue out, smell her through it. You have a much greater sense of being enfolded in her hot, wet mouth as she slides her lips over the tip of the snake's muzzle and starts bobbing her head, actually trying to stuff the whole thing in, as if she were not just sucking your cockhead but as if your own head were getting wrapped in her sucking mouth and slurping tongue. When your cock starts working its body, thrusting itself further in and down her throat, you can not only watch Samus's slender throat bulge obscenely from the outside, but feel it wrapped around the snake-dick's body as if it were your own body.\n\nAfter several minutes of throat-fucking Samus all of its own accord, your cock pulls out of her mouth, smirking as her spit drips from its pale body. "On the bed and sssspread, ssssslut." Samus gives the same airy, vague smile that's on your own face as she rises and moves to do just that, crawling up onto the bed on all fours, her ass wiggling at you and pussy framed by her thighs, before she flops onto her back with a wobble of her tits and spreads her legs wide. Your cock tugs you forward as it moves its head, slithering through the air to guide you in shuffling up onto the bed as well. It nudges its muzzle against her dripping pussy, and again you're treated to the smell and taste of her sex as well as the feel of it being nudged open around your cockhead. Then your snake-dick plunges itself deep into her, bulging up her belly with its outline in a single deep thrust.\n\n"Uwaaaaah!" you and the blonde squeal out in perfect unison, your faces taking on identical expressions of mindless pleasure as your eyes roll and tongues loll out, small smiles turning into brainless grins. Obeying the unspoken commands of your dick and master, you reach forward to grab Samus's tits, squeezing them and letting your fingers sink in, and she copies the motion, reaching up to shove the straps of your outfit aside and grip your own tits, both of you holding on to them as if needing the grip as your cock writhes and twists and fucks itself into her, spreading her dripping pink pussy wide around it. You've never felt anything like this, the feeling of a pussy being stretched so wide and tight around your cock, but also the sensation of tasting and smelling it and feeling it all around your body even as you're fucking it... not that you have a single bit of control over the fucking.\n\nYou're not even sure how long it goes on... you know you've cum several times, but it's more from the pleasure you're feeling hitting such a peak that your body reacts, twitching and bucking and writhing rather than any sense of actual release. Your pussy has completely and thoroughly soaked the tiny little panties you're wearing, and most of the rest of your outfit has just fallen off through the writhing and bucking of your body. When your cock finally pulls itself out of Samus and draws you away and off the bed, the blonde is left laying there, limp and twitching, face still a rictus of shameless, slutty pleasure with her tongue lolled out, legs spread to show off her gaping pussy that's still visibly shivering with aftershock orgasms. She's obviously been rendered completely insensate by the experience... oddly enough, you actually feel a little bit more clearheaded, able to stand up straight, albeit a bit wobbly on rubber knees and pussyjuice-soaked thighs.\n\n"Welllll, that wassss quite fuuuun!" your cock declares cheerfully. "Ssssshall we go find another?"\n\n<hr>\n[[... Sure!|BuddyFHP]]\n\n[[Wait, what about Samus?|BuddyFHP]]

You are a male between the ages of forty and fifty. You're starting to show your age, likely with grey in your hair and some lines on your face, and being seen in public with a young woman is probably starting to get you some "What a dirty old man" scowls. But you've lived enough of your life to know who you are, and have likely made something of yourself. Though just what you've made...\n\n[[Thaddeus|ThaddeusStart]]: A 45-year-old academic. Your father, an adventurer back in the days when just busting into tombs and taking home what you found was standard procedure, has passed away and left you his extensive holdings.

Flight response kicks in hard, and you turn to scramble back towards the door, glancing fearfully over your shoulder as you do. You can see the vaguely-shaped luminous thing fling itself after you, and just before you get to the door you feel it impact. The strike against your back is like you've been splashed by an entire bucket's worth of play slime flung particularly hard, soaking your shirt and skin, crossed with the sensation of a heavy bass thump passing right through your body.\n\nThe change happens incredibly fast. You drop several inches in height at the same time your chest springs outward, the pair of massive boobs now attached to it wobbling and jiggling heavily purely from the speed at which they appeared. Your general reduction in body size allows your pants and underwear to drop to the ground before your hips and ass round out enough that they might have kept it up. Your flat stomach takes on a slight curve, and your cock is almost instantly gone, replaced by a plump pussy with a dusting of black fur above it. Speaking of which, even as all that's happening, your blonde hair practically flies out from your head, darkening to pure black and settling into a wild fall down your back and into your eyes.\n\n"Ah! It actually worked! It really worked!" What the... your mouth is moving without any input from you, and a voice that is definitely not yours is coming out! In fact you find you have no control over your body as your head tilts down and a pair of much more feminine hands raises up, giving the new boobs you've sprouted a squeeze. You can feel the touch on your hands, the softness and warmth of them, and even the pleasure that comes from the touch (a rather intense pleasure at that), but the motion is completely out of your control! "Ahhhh... ohhhh, that feels so good after sixty years," your mouth declares, eyes closing and head tilting back as you continue to knead your out-of-nowhere tits. You struggle against the motions, especially how strange and alien it feels to be getting pleasure from it, to no avail... in fact, all you can do is watch as your eyes open and your head tilts down again and one of your hands moves down, lifting up the front of your shirt, then sliding two fingers along your new pussy. \n\n'Hey! Hey, stop, whoever you are! Let me go!' you protest, even your mental voice shaky and uncertain as those fingers continue to move, the completely unfamiliar sensation of your pussy getting hot and wet running through you, the tension you're unfamiliar with low in your belly and spreading through you, and then the shock of actually feeling two fingers push inside you. 'S-stop!'\n\n"Mmmm... sorry, friend," your own body... or rather, as is obvious by now, the ghost inhabiting it that's changed its form... answers, hips shaking lewdly as those fingers stroke in and out. "But I've been gathering up my strength for decades so I could do something like this, and I'm not even sure how long it will last, so I'm definitely going to enjoy it. I haven't gotten to feel the pleasures of the flesh in a looooong time! ... Oh!" She squeals, suddenly popping her fingers out of herself, flinging out a line of wetness as she does. "Oh, I can <i>leave the house</i> like this! ... I can actually get fucked!"\n\n'What?!'\n\n"Yeah! Oooo, I saw some cute boys going by awhile ago, I bet I could catch up to them! Oh, such a wicked thing, sex with more than one person at once, but then, it's not as if it's my body. Well I mean it's my body <i>now</i> but you know what I mean!"\n\n'I don't wanna get gangbanged as a girl! ... Or at all!'\n\n"Oh is that the word?! Gangbanged?! My my my, that sounds so wicked, but I like it! Yes, I'm gonna go get gangbanged!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Nooooo!|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[W-wait!|BuddyOct]]

Man, it's actually been a long time since you've gone by that old place, you think as you head along the road towards where you're pretty sure it is. Has it gotten even more dilapidated since then...?\n\n<img src="images/151312357113427.jpg">\n\n'Yup,' you think, looking up at the old, battered house with its pale, stained wooden siding and boarded-up shutters. At least none of it seems to have fallen in and it still seems pretty structurally sound overall. It's a pretty simple two-story affair, not particularly big or even particularly old, just on a lot a fair bit away from the road and obviously not lived in or cared for in decades. But it's a pretty plain place overall, and you're not sure why you were ever afraid of it!\n\n... Is what you'd like to say. But you're not sure whether it's the fact that it's nearing midnight on Halloween, or the memories of all the spine-tingling creeps this place gave you as a kid, but you honestly feel mildly terrified right now. Just looking at the house is making you more afraid than you can remember being in recent memory.\n\nWhich might be why you decide you really have to go inside. A fully grown adult man should not be this scared of an empty old house! You need to conquer this fear or you'll forever bear the shame! ... At least, you'll see if you can get the front door open, you think as you circle around the side. If you can't, well, you tried, you can go home in honor after that, you figure.\n\nFrustratingly, despite feeling creaky and like it might break in your hand, the doorknob actually does turn, and despite shrieking like a low-pitched banshee as the hinges move, the door swinging open slowly and showing the dark interior. Enough moonlight is coming in through the now open door and the numerous cracks in the walls and windows that you can kind of dimly see inside, and after swallowing heavily you take a slow step forward. When the floorboards creak ominously under you but seem solid enough, you take a few more steps, until you're standing at least a body length inside the entryway.\n\n"... There, see!" you declare to the empty room, rolling your shoulders and puffing out your chest. "Nothing to be afraid of!"\n\n".... ₒ̸͉ₒ̜͕̮̹͚̗ₒ̰̳̻͚͓̭͉ₒ̩̠ₒ̯̝̦̣̬ₒ͏ₒ̰ₒ̡̰ͅₒ̴̼͈̯̩̥ₒ̶̦̭͚͔ₒ̱̩ₒ̭̫̭͖̘̞̹͢ₒ͕̱́ₒ҉̰~҉͎!̳̜̱͖" The otherworldly noise that's somehow both distant and surging all around you makes every single body hair you have stand on end as something made of viscous light starts to coalesce in front of you, taking on a vaguely torso-like shape as indistinct arms reach towards you.\n\n<hr>\n[[Scream and run.|BuddyOct22x2]]\n\n[["... h-hi?"|BuddyOct]]

<strong>The Deviville Freshman Cheer Squad</strong>\n\n<b>Amanda</b> - Amanda is captain of the squad and the player character most associated with them (assuming you choose to make her a cheerleader). Somewhat over average height with a light tan, Amanda has golden blonde hair, blue eyes, C-cup breasts, lightly curvy hips and a round butt. She tends towards sweet, kind, and responsible by default, but since she's a player character she's basically going to do whatever you tell her to do. (Bow-chicka-bow-wow.)\n\n<b>Cassie</b> - Amanda's best friend and next in charge after her. Cassie is average height for a girl her age, with platinum blonde hair that she keeps in a long French braid, green eyes and somewhat pale skin. She's a little more on the slender side than Amanda but her breasts, hips, and butt are all fairly comparable if just slightly smaller. (Being an important NPC sometimes means measuring up just a little short of the PC.)\n\n<b>Shelly</b> - The smallest girl on the team, and kind of mousey (though it's mean to say that). She's petite, has straight brown hair cut to just above the shoulders, brown eyes, and specializes in gymnastics and acrobatic feats on the field. She has a meek personality and is best friends with Allison.\n\n<b>Allison</b> - Makoto Kino. She's cheerleader American black-haired Makoto Kino, let's not even beat around the bush on that one.\n\n<b>Hanna</b> - Light brown hair in side-twintails, green eyes, B-cups. Sort of frenemies with Sally, though maybe "good-natured rivals" also fits if you don't expect them to be constantly good-natured. [[Inspiration here.|https://chan.sankakucomplex.com/post/show/4558044]]\n\n<b>Kiera</b> - Dark skin, straightish black hair, dark eyes, tanlines that show she's naturally a bit on the lighter side. Apparently reacts to weird events by going a bit weird herself. [[Inspiration here.|https://chan.sankakucomplex.com/post/show/5581662]]\n\n<b>Sally</b> - The best jumper on the squad. C-cups, strong legs, black hair in a ponytail. [[Inspiration here.|https://chan.sankakucomplex.com/post/show/5461390]]\n\n<b>Sandra</b> - Black hair in a long ponytail tied with a ribbon with long tails, blue eyes. Basically flat but good hips. Lots of enthusiasm on the field. [[Inspiration here.|https://chan.sankakucomplex.com/post/show/5094057]]\n\n<b>Pepper</b> - Freckles, short auburn hair, bit on the skinny side. \n\n<b>Mikori</b> - Dark skin, straight brown hair in two short high twintails and two low back twintails, red(?!) eyes, lean build, BB-cups. Claims to be "of mixed ancestry", is actually fullblooded Devilokan. [[Inspiration here.|https://chan.sankakucomplex.com/post/show/4589278]]\n\n<b>Aisha</b> - Dark brown skin, black hair in multiple braids pulled back into a single tail, dark brown eyes. Tall, toned, almost-D-cups. \n\n<b>Kaorin</b> - Actual name Kaori, transfer student from Japan. Black hair in a ponytail with forelocks, light brown eyes, A-cups and overall fairly petite. [[Inspiration here.|https://chan.sankakucomplex.com/post/show/4916286]]\n\n<b>Coach Morrison</b> - The teacher in charge of the Freshman cheer squad. Also teaches history at the school, does martial arts in her spare time. Slightly on the tall side,

-Update 1-\n*<b>Main:</b> Ranma can now beg Happosai to [[fuck her|FRanX2x3]] when she's at his mercy.\n*<b>Main:</b> Male start Ranma can now tell Akane to [[suck a lemon|MRanXStart]].\n-Update 2-\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can tell the kobold that's not a lizard that she's a [[famous intellectual|GGDog9x1]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Adult male option [[Jack|chargenadultmale]] is now playable, with some tweaks.\n-Update 3-\n* More work on Jack.\n*<b>Main:<b/> Buddy-Mai can now get [[gold sparkles|BuddyFHP6x1]] in the dick gacha. She can also buy the [[Mega Man|BuddyFHP2x2]] or the Centaur from the dick store.\n-Update 4-\n* More Jack.\n*<b>Main:</b> After yielding to futa Mai, Eric can [[ask her to wait|HLMai8x1]].

<b>August 1, 2018</b>\n* Cyan decides to go after [[Commander Cobra|GGSR1x2]] as her first Space Ranger assignment.\n<b>August 2, 2018</b>\n* More [[Commander Cobra|GGSR1x2]] shenanigans.\n* Cyan can also go after Doctor Ceratops on the same passage, either by herself or with Ydoncha.\n<b>August 3, 2018</b>\n* Cyan can tell Doctor Ceratops to "[[Freeze!|GGSR10x2]]"\n* Cyan can decide Shyn's idiotic idea [[is a great idea|GGSR6x10]].\n* Cyan decides to [[pass Rakell's door by|GGSR7x4]] while searching for Mix.\n<b>August 6, 2018</b>\n* Bumped Cyan's age up to sixteen, since her characterization pretty consistently trends towards an older teenager. Considering seventeen, undecided. Will correct references to age as I come across them. May do this with some of the other teen female options too, also undecided.\n* Cyan has a [[selectable job|GGSR5x2]] after going to City Sector 1851.\n<b>August 7, 2018</b>\n* Started work on the [[sales ads|GGDLStart]] on Devilist.\n* Demon Cyan can now elect to turn Leslie into a "[[Meat Forge|GGHH6x4]]".\n<b>August 8, 2018</b>\n* More "Meat Forge" stuff.\n<b>August 10, 2018</b>\n* Cyan can now look through the [[Complete Bard|GGDDStart]] book in the library.\n* The Complete Wizard has been changed to The Complete Mage and now has several different archetypes available (to get to various bits of kinky fun faster). The previous Complete Wizard option is now the Apprentice archetype.\n* Cyan can now also elect to blackmail [[her father|GGParent3x2]] when she catches him dicking Karen in the cell phone store.\n<b>August 11, 2018</b>\n* More of dealing with Cyan blackmailing her dad.\n* Cyan can suggest she and Lymiel [[just hurry out|GGOri3x2]].\n<b>August 13, 2018</b>\n* Cyantaur can now [[offer her friends as tribute|GGCentaur5x6]] to Sleipnir.\n<b>August 14, 2018</b>\n* Cyan can now elect to try and [[get rid of|GGHH10x2]] demon!Leslie.\n* Took a slight break from Cyan to work on [[Jamie visiting his brother|QOFamStart]].\n<b>August 15, 2018</b>\n* More Jamie visiting his brother.\n<b>August 16, 2018</b>\n* Still taking a small break from Cyan. Decided to scrap the [[greatsword|MaleBarbarianStart]] path in the prop museum's weapon display for the time being. Besides being one of the oldest lingering passages in DW, I've never been able to work up that much enthusiasm for it. (Look, I admit, I'm just not that into "bara" humans.) It's been replaced by a [[longsword|PropMuseumWeapLowTech]] option (and I don't wanna hear about proper weapon classifications thank you).\n<b>August 17, 2018</b>\n* Demon Cyan can now [[continue her deception|GGHH16x2]] past saying goodnight to Leslie.\n<b>August 24, 2018</b>\n* Cyan can play the [[Twilight Sparkle|GGPorn3x4]] VR porn video.\n<b>August 27, 2018</b>\n* Cyan can pick the [[Bubblegum Pink|GGLing1x1]] lingerie as her gift.\n* Cyan can buy the [[Doctor Deviant|GGMCE6x1]] costume at Missus Mazorium's.\n<b>August 28, 2018</b>\n* More [[Doctor Deviant|GGMCE6x1]] stuff.\n* More [[Blood Wine|GGLing2x1]] lingerie fallout.\n<b>August 30, 2018</b>\n* More stuff of Cyan going to [[Oz|GGOzStart]].\n<b>August 31, 2018</b>\n* [[Anubilis stuff|HLSenshi14x2]].\n* [[Mall stuff|GGMallStart]].\n<b>September 1, 2018</b>\n* Moved the more comprehensive updates to the [[August Dev Diary|Aug2018DD]] page. From now on, I'll be making updates this way, then after each incremental the previous week's updates will be moved to the Dev Diary page for that month. Then, at the end of the month, for the public release, I'll list the highlights of the new writing. This should provide the proper mix of letting people keep up with what's new in each incremental, letting me yak about my progress, and not being too spammy in the updates.

You guess if you have to get Caroled, you may as well go for the full experience... especially since it sounds like they won't be trying to batter you into being a better person like they did Ebenezer Scrooge. "I guess I'll go with the usual three spirits?" you answer, still a little dubious about the whole thing.\n\n"Alright, understood." The ghost makes a few scribbles in the book and closes it. "I'll go talk to the spirits, let them know the deal. The first will come at the tolling of... well there's not a clock tower around here so nevermind, you know the drill, first at one, second at two, so on. Hey, have fun tonight, man, sounds like you've earned it, you're the sort of example we want out of this sort of thing." He shoots you a finger-gun with a little click of his tongue against his cheek, at which you abruptly find yourself sitting up in bed blinking rapidly at an empty room.\n\n'... Just a dream?' you stare around, then sigh and flop back. 'That's what they always think.' You glance at the clock beside your bed... yup, almost one AM. You briefly consider getting dressed so that you don't have to go through this whole thing barefoot, but then you guess sleeping pants and a long-sleeved T-shirt is still better than a sleeping gown or whatever it's called.\n\nThe moment the digital readout switches to 1:00, a light begins to shimmer across the room from the corner. You sit up in bed, staring a little at the form gradually solidifying floating in the corner. It appears to be a young woman, extremely pale and slightly indistinct, her body naked but lacking all details... her breasts are round and perky but lack nipples, her round hips and distinct mound bare but featureless. Though she has molded eyes and a nose, both are largely featureless and blank, and where her mouth would be is just a smooth expanse. Her feet have only vague impressions to suggest toes, though her fingers are long and slim, almost translucent in the light she herself is generating. Atop her head is... a flame, flickering with soft yellow flames like a torch, bits of dripping wax constantly running down her back and shoulders even though she doesn't seem to be losing any of her substance.\n\n"Good evening," she says clearly despite the lack of a mouth, sweeping an arm across her stomach as she bows in midair.\n\n"Ah, evening. You're the Ghost of Christmas Past?"\n\n"I am. I hope my appearance isn't disconcerting to you, I'd already settled on it as my default before I learned about the whole mixup, and after that there was a minor scramble to get another crew ready to Carol the original individual."\n\n"Ah, no, it's fine." It's... definitely weird, but since she's being so polite and professional it's sort of taking the edge off. "I don't mind."\n\n"Thank you, I appreciate that." The Ghost of Christmas Past floats over to the side of your bed, hovering in place there. Her presence brings a gentle warmth, not the massive flood of heat you'd expect from an entire head's worth of open flame, but you guess she can't get too hot or all of her would melt. "Now, to carry out your Caroling, we need to make at least one jaunt into the past. Though considering you're already someone who helps their fellow man, I can make it a much more pleasant experience than it might typically be by... well, somewhat idealizing the memories, or even rendering them into complete fantasies."\n\n"Huh, you can really do that?" you ask, tilting your head a little.\n\n"Certainly. It's already typically involved in Caroling anyway, if I'm honest," the spirit admits, folding her slim arms beneath her perky wax breasts. "Memories are subjective and we take advantage of that to play up the aspects of them that would make the individual most nostalgic, or feel a little more weight of the situation." She leans forward, adding in a lowered voice, "It helps a greedy, selfish person reform a bit easier if he mostly remembers the emotional heartbreak of his first wife leaving him, and not that she emptied their joint bank account, took all her jewelry and furs with her, and cheated on him before announcing the divorce."\n\n... Ah, yeah, you guess it would, huh? "You said it could even be a complete fantasy, though?"\n\n"Oh yes." The spirit straightens up. "We don't usually go into the realm of pure fabrication in a Caroling, but with some of our older 'clients' as you might call them, their memories are degraded to the point that it's necessary to do a bit more... shall we say, assistance of their ability to recall. So if we go to one of your past memories, I can alter it however you like to let you watch or experience something wholly different. It won't change your actual memory, and please feel free to ask for absolutely anything you like. This is, in essence, a dream... you can hardly be blamed for doing whatever you like in a dream, where it won't hurt or bother anyone else."\n\n... Interesting. Very interesting. "So what are my options?"\n\n"Typically we have four eras we take the client to, and supplement those as necessary... a family Christmas from your childhood, a school scene, a past Christmas where something good happened, and a past Christmas where something unhappy happened. I will need to take you to at least one to fulfill the Caroling requirement, but how many we do and what order, I leave up to you. How would you like to start?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Family Christmas.|BuddySpirits]]\n\n[[School scene.|BuddySpirits]]\n\n[[Happy Christmas.|BuddySpirits]]\n\n[[Unhappy Christmas.|BuddySpirits]]

You are a female between the ages of forty and fifty. You're probably pushing it just a bit even for a "cougar", but hey, you've done a lot more with your life by now than have a bunch of wild sex (probably). You've established yourself, already lived out a good portion of your life, and probably have a pretty good handle on things. Or at least you think you do.\n\n[[Irene|IreneStart]]: A 43-year-old scientist specializing in genetics and biology, but you've dabbled in most applied sciences. You've just ended a brief bit of contract work and are ready to seek new employment.

You should probably drop by, at least, to be polite, right? Mariko does seem like she might be a fun new friend to hang out with, putting in a show of good faith is probably a nice way to start things off. Doing a quick check to make sure your clothes are devoid of stains and that you're not sweaty or gross anywhere, you grab your keys and head back over to the Science SSC building. No one challenges you when you walk in and head for the stairs, making your way to the third floor and opening the slightly heavy wooden door.\n\n"BOY ON THE FLOOR!" a woman's voice blurts out at high volume, almost making you stumble backwards in shock. The shout is followed up by laughter, and Mariko's voice hissing 'Ana!' in annoyed-sounding worry. Feeling a little frazzled, you step fully inside. There's a nice little lobby area right inside the door featuring several couches and a long coffee table arranged in front of an entertainment center. A lot of the coffee table is covered in plates of slightly elaborate-looking party snacks, and you spot Mariko sitting on the floor between the back couch and the table, and another girl sitting on one of the couches still unashamedly laughing.\n\n"I'm sorry, Gwyn, it is the rule but Ana has to be so... so <i>extra</i> about everything!" Mariko huffs, even as she gives you a smile. She seems far more relaxed and at ease now than she was at the party, and... uh, wow. She's dressed quite a bit different too. She's wearing a silver chain with a little heart pendant, which you can't help but notice draws the eye to the way her off-the-shoulder yellow sweater shows a <i>lot</i> of cleavage. You certainly wouldn't have guessed that she was that well-endowed by the oversized sweatshirt she was wearing last night. She's also wearing very short denim shorts and sheer black thigh-highs that hug her thighs enough to indent them. She obviously dressed up a bit for this, and you can't help but think she looks quite a bit different as she smiles up at you.\n\n<img src="images/Mariko.jpg">\n\n"I'm really glad you came, though," she adds. "Oh, right and this is Ana," she adds, gesturing to the other girl with one hand.\n\n"Heyoooo!" chirps the apparently Extra girl, grinning and flashing a sideways victory sign. She has platinum blonde hair cut to about shoulder level and falling over one eye, the visible one very much the same color of purple-shaded blue yours are. She's wearing a thin choker and a hoodie with broad red and white stripes, her legs sheathed in dark black hose... you can't be sure if she's wearing anything else due to the length of the hoodie and the way she's sitting. "Welcome to our den of nerdery, cute boy! Try not to get eaten alive by some thirsty science thot!"\n\n<img src="images/Ana.jpg">\n\n"Ana!" Mariko hisses again as you grin a bit ruefully and cross to sit on the couch across from hers, trying not to make it obvious that you're trying to check if she's wearing shorts or something... purely out of curiosity of course.\n\n"So, are you in the same club Mariko is in?" you ask, glancing over all the trays.\n\nMariko looks a little panicky when Ana snorts. "It's not really an official 'club', so much as the SSC lets us use some of the empty rooms in one of the adjoining buildings for our nerd bullshit. My AV stuff, Mariko's sewing stuff, that sort of thing."\n\n"Oh?" You're a little confused since you thought this was a recruitment event, but best not to dwell on it. Giving Mariko a smile, you ask, "You sew?"\n\n"Y-yes," she whispers, looking down and smiling a little as her face colors. "I'm, um, I'm really into, cosplay. The... the making the costumes part, anyway, I really like that."\n\n"She won't actually go to a convention," Ana stage-whispers to you, prompting Mariko to throw a couch pillow at her. "You won't!" the blonde says with a laugh, before pointing dramatically. "Start the movie, Frank! Before I make it worse!"\n\n"You always make it worse," Mariko mutters, but gives you a sheepish smile that brightens even more as you reach over to sample some of the snacks. Snagging the remote resting on the couch cushion near her head, she hits play and starts some anime movie you haven't seen before.\n\n<hr>\n[[Chat up Mariko.|GwynMori]]\n\n[[Chat up Ana.|GwynAna]]\n\n[[Chat about the club.|Gwyn]]\n\n[[Chat about anime.|Gwyn]]\n\n[[Just kill time.|Gwyn]]

What the hell. With the size of that bonus, you'd be set for the year. Sure you may get like a 1000% increased chance of cancer, but then what doesn't give you a 1000% increased chance of cancer these days?\n\nYou let your agency know you'll take the test subject job, and they send you over the address. After a bit of driving, you pull up outside of a... cube. Well, admittedly, a lot of buildings are technically cubes, this one just seems particularly... cube-y, somehow, even though the edges are rounded off. Maybe it's the fact that instead of concrete or glass, the whole building is covered in some sort of white tile, kind of like the ones you imagine being on the outside of the space shuttle. The big cube of the building is resting on a slightly skinnier base, which is also kind of weird. Also kind of weird is that there don't seem to be any windows or other doors, just one set of opaque white sliding doors on the front of the base. You head on over, staring at the doors, then reach over to press the call button on the small panel next to them.\n\nAlmost immediately, a slightly artificial-sounding female voice issues forth. "Oh, good, you must be the new suc-" There's a brief burst of static, before the voice resumes. "Please pardon our technical difficulties, AppAssure Industries is currently undergoing a series of upgrades. You must be the new <i>AppAssure Industries Partner-in-Testing</i>. Please, come right in."\n\nThe doors slide open in front of you, revealing a fairly small room with another set of sliding doors on the other side. What the heck is this, airlock procedures? It sort of seems that way, since once you step forward and inside, the doors behind you slide closed and the doors in front slide open, revealing a small lobby area. It looks like someone from the seventies' idea of the future, with the walls white-tiled and with rounded edges, chairs that have "striking" metal frames with day-glo orange plastic seats and backs, and a coffee table that looks like it's right out of the testing room scene in Men in Black. There's a receptionist's desk too, with an old but also retro-future computer monitor mounted on it, but it appears to be unmanned.\n\n"Please take a testing form from the front desk and fill it out as completely as possible," the female voice from before says, emenating from the edges of the room. "AppAssure Industries would like to remind you that lying is not only morally wrong, but punishible by being fired. Out of a railgun. At North Korea."\n\nWhat? Shaking your head, you move forward to take a clipboard and chain-attached pen with one of the forms on it, sitting down to start filling out your biographical info. As you do, the voice continues.\n\n"You're actually very lucky today. None of the other Test Partners showed up. You're the only one with the stones to do Science, it would seem. Well done." A slow clap plays over the speakers before she continues. "As such, we have a great deal of Science to do, but a serious lack of people to do Science to. Your form has been appended with a list of all current experiements, please select whichever Science appeals to you the most."\n\nWhich, translated from the unseen person(?)'s odd and mildly concerning manner of speaking, means you get to pick what test trial to participate in. Well, that's good, at least.\n\n<hr>\n[[☐|MikeAppPlaceholder]] <b>Male Enhancement</b> - You've seen enough primetime TV commercials to know what that's code for.\n\n[[☐|MikeAppPlaceholder]] <b>Man-Machine Interface</b> - Despite sounding like some sort of cyborg thing, you're pretty sure that just means something that people use to interact with computers. You'd probably be testing a new keyboard or mouse or something. (Right?)\n\n[[☐|MikeAppPlaceholder]] <b>Advanced Interactivity Scenarios</b> - Admittedly, that one's got you stumped. Maybe it's to see how well their software will accept voice commands or something?\n\n[[☐|MikeAppFoodStart]] <b>Food & Beverage Testing</b> - That doesn't sound too bad. On the other hand, you remember that one time you got asked to try something called "Mocolate"... ugh.

The rubber place might be a bit too innately kinky, and it looks like the other specializes in costumes of specific people and complete sets. You might want to pick and choose pieces for a costume, after all, or just go with something more generic like "wizard" or whatever.\n\nYou drive on over, and as you walk in you do notice that unfortunately it does look like the place has been picked over pretty good, to judge by the vacancies on several shelves. A short, slightly nervous-seeming woman with messy black hair, purple eyes behind red-framed nerd glasses, and a baggy grey shirt (that nevertheless shows off a very nicely-sized chest) walks over, managing a small smile.\n\n<img src="images/Nancy.jpg">\n\n"Hello, I'm Nancy, the owner. You're here looking for a Halloween costume?"\n\n"Yeah... ah, is there anything good left?" you ask, looking around.\n\n"Well there's always something, you know," she replies, grinning a bit more. "I pride myself on being able to put together anything with a bit of imagination. Obviously we specialize mostly in fantasy things, but we have some sci-fi and horror type stuff too. If you'd like, you can tell me what sort of idea you had for a costume, and I'll help you put it together from what we have. I'm really good at that," she adds, with a slightly embarrassed but proud tone. \n\n"Pretty much anything, huh?" you muse aloud, looking around.\n\n"Yes. Male or female," she adds, then blushes a little when you eye her. "Well, it's Halloween, it's always a fun time of the year to try something different. ... Seriously, just tell me what you want to become, and I'll make it happen," she adds, with a little flash of eagerness in those purple eyes.\n\nHuh. Kind of weird phrasing, but okay. Let's see, you could be a...\n\n<hr>\n[[Dashing hero.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[Orc.|BuddyOrcStart]]\n\n[[Incubus.|BuddyIncuStart]]\n\n[[Succubus.|BuddySuccStart]]\n\n[[Space explorer.|BuddySEStart]]\n\n[[Wizard.|BuddyWizStart]]\n\n[[The best she's got.|BudROHStart]]\n\n[[Actually you'd like her number.|BudNancy]]

A grown man in a schoolgirl uniform is basically guaranteed hilarity, right? Well, at least a lot of people you see posting pictures online seem to think so. "Maybe a girls' school uniform would work," you allow. "Is there just the one type, or...?"\n\n"Oh no, Master, there are several," Atalanta says, turning and walking over to a display rack nearby to gesture. "First of all we have the '[[Musical Schoolgirl|BuddySG]]' uniform type. It comes with a free musical instrument accessory, though the only one we have left is a left-handed bass guitar, all the other varieties have been bought, it was apparently a fairly popular choice this year. We also have [[Mech Pilot Schoolgirl|BuddySG]], [[Delinquent Schoolgirl|BuddySG]], [[Sweet Gal Schoolgirl|BuddySG]], and one which the Owner has dubbed the '[[Just Asking For It Schoolgirl|BuddySG]]'."\n\nYou quirk your eyebrows. "Kinda a... provocative name," you venture, since that seems the most diplomatic way to phrase it.\n\n"The Owner does tend to speak their mind with little worry about offending others, Master." Atalanta pauses, her ears actually laying flat and tail swishing in agitation. Huh, those must be those high-end 'reactive' accessories. "It's caused some problems in the past. Still they're all very good uniforms, I highly suggest one."

*<b>Main:</b> Gwyn has a [[third option|Gwyn2x1]] after getting shot down by Maria. \n*<b>Main:</b> Austin can take a look at the [[camera|Austin9x1]] from the box of his uncle's artifacts.\n*<b>Main:</b> Austin can also go down [[during Motoko's time in the bath|Austin2x5]], or [[not bother with an alarm|Austin2x6]], \n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can discover he's bought a [[new item|QOKevDT1x2]] from the mysterious store.\n-Update 2-\n*<b>Main:</b> Cat Burglar Eric can decide to [[steal another jewel|Palladium7x1]] while burgling Lianna Guyer's bedroom.\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan has a [[new game|GGVR1x4]] in the infernal VR rig's list.

She's been wanting one for awhile now, and you've been resisting, in part just because of that general worry that you're going to wind up taking care of it at least half the time, and the rest mostly because you're worried about the potential destruction to your yard, possessions, and ability to plan events and trips.\n\nLita has clearly foreseen at least some of this, as she slips a pamphlet out from under the back of her sweater (did she have it tucked into her shorts) and holds it up. "I know you've been worried about the dog messing stuff up, Dad, but I found a high-quality shelter here in town that offers dogs for adoption that have already been trained! They offer an up to $1000 guarantee that the dog won't mess anything up in the first year of you having it, and if you need to go on a trip and have the dog boarded or something, it's half price to board a dog you got from them!"\n\n"... Half price, huh?" you say slowly, accepting the brochure from her and starting to flip through it. "Looks like a pretty fancy place, I bet a trained dog from them isn't gonna be cheap."\n\n"I already looked up one on their website I like, and since he's not a purebreed he's not <i>too</i> expensive. I can pay half?" she adds, holding up her hands and clasping them together. "Please?"\n\n"... Oh, fine," you say with a sigh, deciding that if she's going to go to this much effort, you're obviously doomed to give in at some point. "Go get dressed, then, and let's go."\n\n"Seriously?! Today?!" Lita squeaks happily, leaping to her feet and bouncing a bit in place.\n\n"Yeah, yeah, let's go before I talk myself out of it."\n\nSoon the two of you are pulling up in front of the place, which looks pretty impressive, no lie... they've got what has to be a fairly massive amount of land, but it's surrounded by a tall, solid fence. Well, you guess some dogs are jumpers or climbers, they must want to make sure they can keep absolutely any of them in. Or, you suppose, keep anyone from getting in to mess with what might be some pretty valuable dogs. You also have to admit, it's grin-inducing to see Lita practically skipping up the walk to the office... it's been years since you've seen her so excited, so maybe it's all worth it just for that. \n\nYou find there may be some other benefits, too, as you're greeted by what's apparently the owner... a very pretty and <i>very</i> well-endowed woman with short blonde hair, wearing a red flannel shirt open over a tight, tied-up white T-shirt, and very tight, albeit ripped and slightly dirty, jeans. She seems to be about your own age, maybe a bit older, and smiles easily as she sees the both of you.\n\n"You must be Lita, and that means this must be your dad," she says breezily as she then turns to you and offers a hand. "I'm Amarie."\n\n"Jack," you answer, giving her hand a shake.\n\n"Alright, come on back, I've already got Gabriel all groomed, hopefully you'll decide to take him home with you today."\n\nYou and Lita follow Amarie into the back and the kennel area... though there are some obvious similarities between it and some of the pounds you've visited in the past, it does look like they've made a lot more efforts to keep it nice, clean, and comfortable... no little cement enclosures with a blanket in the corner and a depressing chain link fence door here, all of the enclosures have dog beds, decent food and water bowls, and toys in them. Amarie leads the way over to an enclosure where there's a dark brown dog and... yeah, he's very 'dog', is mostly what your brain thinks.\n\n"Gabriel won't exactly be producing any valuable show puppies," Amarie says dryly as the dog gets up and pads over to the door, his tail wagging. "He's mostly Husky with some German Shepherd, Labrador, and a few other breeds. Not exactly pure lineage, but it's produced a lovely, intelligent dog who's very affectionate and sweet."\n\n"Eeeee, isn't he just perfect, Dad?!" Lita squeals, obviously already in love.\n\nYou're about to comment when you glance into the cage next door. You blink a little at its occupant... he's got a body shape and type almost identical to Gabriel, but his fur is deep black, and rather than the one blue eye and one brown one Gabriel's sporting, seems to have inherited bright amber ones from somewhere. The coloration makes him seem particularly wolfish, and maybe that's why you feel a bit drawn to him, he just seems so much... <i>cooler</i> than the nice-looking but obviously pleasant brown dog. "And who's that?"\n\n"Oh, that's Gabriel's brother, Lucifer. ... What, look at him," Amarie says with an amused chuckle as you shoot her a wry look. "Lucifer's just as smart and... well, I wouldn't say <i>obedient</i>, but he doesn't damage property or bite. He's just a lot more, let's say, willful than Gabriel is. Gabriel's probably a looot more the speed of a first-time dog owner... but, hey, up to you!"\n\nLita is eyeing you as if a bit worried you might go with a different dog than the one she wanted... but then, she looks rather impressed with Lucifer herself, so you doubt she'd be terribly opposed to the switch-up. Lucifer sort of appeals to you, but then it's supposed to be Lita's dog, so ehhhh...\n\n<hr>\n[[Get Gabriel.|JackGD1x2]]\n\n[[Get Lucifer.|JackGD]]\n\n[[Why not both?|JackGD]]

"I think Gabriel's probably the better idea here," you agree after a moment, Lita looking slightly relieved. \n\n"Alright, I'll get all his things together and we'll do a little paperwork, and then you can take him home."\n\nLita and Gabriel very quickly become inseparable. It probably helps that he's so friendly and well-trained that he's practically like one of those idealized pet dogs from a movie that's never bad or misses a cue... whatever Amarie does to train them sure is amazing, you muse as you watch Lita playing fetch with him in the back yard. Plus you do feel it's been pretty good for her too... she's getting out more to walk him (which she does a lot, probably in large part because he's such a breeze to do so), being very diligent about feeding and brushing him. Overall, you're pretty pleased with the whole thing, to the point that in the back of your mind you sort of decide this was all your idea in the first place. So glad you decided to get Lita a dog, it was clearly exactly what she needed!\n\nPlus it kind of eases your anxiety about various things like going on short business trips to meet with prospective clients who prefer face-to-face. Lita's already pretty responsible, but since you feel fairly safe in assuming that Gabriel would probably take off someone's arm if they tried to hurt her (he's not exactly a small dog, and while he's normally perfectly behaved you have seen him get his hackles up and growl several times when strangers approached her and Lita got nervous), you feel much better about these short little trips.\n\nUnfortunately your latest one has kind of turned out to be a waste of time. You probably should have seen the warning signs in the little mannerism and style of the clients, but when you got there in person it turns out that they wanted the impossible (very literally, they were asking for fictional things like having holograms pop out of the screen to jump-scare customers which why would that even be a good idea if it <i>was</i> possible?), they wanted it for super cheap, and were absolutely upset and mystified that for the tenth time in a row they were getting turned down. Such is the life of a programmer and web designer. You're pretty aggravated over it, so it doesn't really occur to you to call ahead and say you'll be home early until you're already practically pulling into the drive. Oh well, guess it'll be a surprise.\n\nLita isn't downstairs when you come in, and really after all the aggravation more than anything you're thinking about getting a shower and a nap. You head upstairs and, as you're passing Lita's room, note idly that the door is a bit open and you can hear Gabriel panting a bit. Probably in there wrestling around or something.\n\n<hr>\n[[Check in.|JackGD1x3]]\n\n[[Shower now, greeting later.|JackGD]]

You push open the door just a bit, opening your mouth to call out that you're home, but your jaw sags and no sound comes out at what you see.\n\nLita is naked on her bed, which might be just one of those embarrassing 'oops, remember to knock' moments if she weren't also on all fours and being mounted by her dog. Luckily(?) she's turned away from you, facing the wall, and doesn't seem to have noticed the door opening, but it also means it's extremely clear to you that it's not just a momentary accident or him being slightly on top of her... you can see his large, glistening red cock pumping into her pussy, see it squirting out little bits of arousal every time the fat knot at the base slaps against her pussylips. Even if that weren't enough to make it plenty clear that what's happening is both deliberate and consensual, there's the fact that Lita is moaning loudly and shamelessly, and even as you stand there she gasps out, "Fuck me, fuck me Gabriel, oh fuck..."\n\n'Language,' part of your stunned brain reflexively thinks as you stare at the scene in front of you. Somehow it just never crossed your mind that such a thing could happen, or would happen, or... how did this happen?!\n\nBut also, what do you do?\n\n<hr>\n[[Go in.|JackGD]]\n\n[[Slip away.|JackGD]]\n\n[[Watch and jerk off.|JackGD1x4]]

Still not really thinking, more just reacting off of stimulus and your body's instincts, you let a hand wander down to undo your fly, pulling out your already rock-hard cock and starting to stroke it slowly to the sight of your teenaged daughter getting a dog dick slammed repeatedly into her tight little dripping cunt.\n\n"Oh, oh fuck, Gabriel, oh fuck," Lita continues to gasp out, in a slutty, pleasured tone that you would have never imagined her sweet voice taking but now sends throbs of excitement through your prick. The fact that her whorish noises are being accompanied by a beast's excited panting as he pounds into her, mindlessly determined to breed her like a real bitch, just makes it all the more wickedly exciting and lewd, pre starting to ooze from your tip and trickle along your fingers.\n\nIt looks like you came in towards the end though, as Gabriel's panting and near-growling grunts start getting louder and he starts thrusting faster, making Lita yowl all the louder, clearly feeling free with her voice since she thinks you're a state away. You can see Gabriel's knot starting to swell a bit as it pounds against her swollen outer lips, pushing them a bit further open each time, until it finally pops inside of her, Lita giving a yowl as she very obviously cums, her body bucking back in an instinctive motion that definitely says it's one she's learned and done multiple times by now. Gabriel makes a sort of soft shuddery rumble, some animal noise that makes it all the clearer that he's emptying his furry brown balls into your daughter's pussy.\n\n<hr>\n[[Wait for him to finish and take your turn.|JackGD]]\n\n[[Put yourself away and go downstairs.|JackGD]]

Your name is Thaddeus, and you're a professor of early history at a prestigious university. While you're not even quite "over the hill" yet, you've got salt and pepper hair and a rather weathered face, and you've noticed that the students in your classes just seem like they're getting younger and younger. Sigh.\n\nYou haven't spoken to your father in a number of years. While he was a swashbuckling archaeologist back when such things were popular and romanticized, the academic circles you travel in currently like to throw around labels like "grave robber". Sure, you knew the majority of them were hypocrites (most were old enough to have cheered him on back in the day, and at least some of them did the same thing themselves), but you had your academic career to consider, so you made a show of distancing yourself from him.\n\nNow he's gone, and the rift will never be healed. You're not sure if it helps or hurts more that he still left you everything, including the fruits of his adventures. You'll have to start seeing to the disposition of some of it, taking along your attractive young black-haired, slender-built secretary Denise to help with any paperwork that arises. (Despite what a number of people think, you're not sleeping with Denise. Not that you've never considered the mechanics, mind.) Your father owned numerous different properties, so it's really a matter of picking one and setting off.\n\n[[Goethe Manor|GoetheStart]]: A Jefferson-era manor house in upstate New York. Your father stored many of the artifacts he recovered on expeditions right here in North America, as well as some from Central America, there. Since it's relatively "local", you could easily shanghai a number of your students into coming along as a field trip so you can use them as manual labor. You've got enough that either need the credit or want to impress you.\n\n[[Castle Viladde|ViladdeStart]]: Yes, your father owned an actual castle in Eastern Europe. A relatively small one, situated near the nigh-stereotypical small peasant town. (Though these days that mostly means they're still stuck with dialup for their internet.) As one might expect, it houses mostly European artifacts.\n\n[[Kuroshiro Estate|KuroshiroStart]]: The "Black and White House", an elegant old estate in Japan. A repository of Asian artifacts. You have a friend at a Japanese university who's willing to loan you some students of his for similar grunt work as you'd use your own (likely in hopes that a few of the Japanese artifacts will wind up in a museum he sits on the board of).\n\n[[Sandstone Mansion|SandstoneStart]]: Or at least that's what you called it when you were young and your family would stay there. Technically a palace (albeit a small one, built for the third son of a minor lord back in the day), it's filled with Middle Eastern artifacts of all sorts. There is, naturally, a bit more risk involved there, but it's hardly in a hotly-contested area, you doubt much of anyone will even notice that you're there.

Lots of people out there running around by themselves or in nice little groups that you can pounce on! You'll soon have them either constantly edged for the entire night (or all eternity if you have your way), or cumming so hard and constantly that they won't be able to tell the difference, nyahahaha~!\n\nAs you step out of the door and into the city, you can feel that the night is already beginning to warp around you, acknowledging its queen. Time is becoming a bit iffy... why, you wouldn't be surprised if you find yourself wandering through it right back to people you'd already tricked, so that you can trick them again! Yes, you're sure of it now... this Halloween night is going to last forever!\n\nBut now... you need to go find people to trick. You set off with your pumpkin parade in tow, and soon find...\n\n<hr>\n[[-a Samus cosplayer.|BudQOH1x6]]\n\n[[-boys doing graffiti.|BudQOH1x7]]

You'd sent some of the vines snaking up the wall when Nancy decided to be so stubborn, and now they stretch out to you, carrying the large jar of magic orange paint. You take your hands off of Nancy to accept it, the girl giving a loud gasp and snapping her eyes open, obviously shocked and a little regretful at the sudden loss of sensation no matter what she said. Then she groans as more of the pumpkin vines wrap around her cock and start stroking it in place of your hands, and your tails begin pumping and wriggling and squirming inside her faster. She grits her teeth, drool running down her chin as she fights with all her might not to orgasm.\n\n"Thaaaat's right, we want you juuust..." you purr as you open the jar and scoop out a good bit of the paint, waiting just a moment more and calling "There!" just as she's about to lose it and cum from all three holes, flinging the paint down onto her cock.\n\nIt immediately spreads out, taking on a more latex-like appearance as it moves rapidly and engulfs the whole monster of a shaft and her hefty balls, pulling them up into a hefty round near-sphere with little ribs on it, a green stem poking up out of the top to complete the look, but rather than a grinning jack-o-lantern face on the front there appears the symbol of a lock firmly fastened closed. You yank your tails out of her quivering, just-almost-spasming holes as the orange latex slides over them, spreading to cover them entirely as well, sliding up the cleft of her ass and then looping back around her hips to connect to the lock-o-lantern on the front of her crotch like panties.\n\n"W-wha? What... it... it still feels... i-it still feels-" Nancy says, purple eyes slightly panicked as she squirms in the grip of the vines.\n\n"Like you're riiiiight on the edge of cumming but aren't? But Nyancy, I thought that's what you <i>wanted</i>!" you purr as you idly drag your still paint-smeared fingertips over one of her nipples and then the other, the paint spreading out, covering her nipples entirely and then sucking them hard, enclosing them, forcing every bit of them out and extended and constantly stimulated as the coverings turn into smirking jack-o-lanterns. "You didn't want to cum, so I made sure you won't! Ever!"\n\n"W-wait... wait, I-" Nancy stammers, before crying out as you grab hold of her null-o-lantern bulge and give it a firm squeeze. Her eyes roll again and her tongue lolls out, body quivering desperately as you start kneading it roughly, her hips bucking and twitching wildly. "Aaaaa! Aaa, I take it back! I take it back, please! Please let me cum! Please, please let me cum!"\n\n"Sorry~, the trick is really tricksy now!" you giggle, gesturing for the vines to pull her downward and onto the floor on her back. Her legs are hauled up wide and apart, held spread and lifted, Nancy staring down her body with those same wild, panicked eyes, half desperate to cum and half terrified of whatever you're doing now. One of the plastic pumpkins lifts itself up on the vines and swings over, swelling and growing larger before it plunks heavily down at her lower end, now looking much more substantial. At a snap of your fingers, a pair of panels on it lower downward, and from each extends a long, bumpy, bright Halloween orange dildo, both of them giving a few pumps and spins in demonstration, Nancy's eyes widening as she gives a little squeak of terror.\n\n"Wait! Wait!" she blurts, squirming and thrashing in the hold of the vines, before she lets out a long "UWAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" as both dildos plunge forward directly into her proffered pussy and ass, stretching the orange latex to fit inside her, sitting sheathed in it even as they slide their impressive lengths in. She starts shrieking and wailing in a mixture of pleasure and pleading as they start rapidly fucking into her, pumping and twisting and occasionally spinning all the way around. "AAAAAA! AAAAAA! I CAN'T CUM! I CAN'T CUM! I CAN'T CUMMMMMF!"\n\nThis last is as one of the pumpkins shrinks itself down, becoming a just slightly squishy and rounder ball as it stuffs itself into her mouth, the vines wrapping around the sides of her head to form a ball gag. She thrashes and bucks in her bonds, shrieking muffledly into the pumpkin gag... then her eyes shoot even wider open and the shrieks turn into full-fledged screams of pleasure as a vine wraps around her null-o-lantern bulge and starts squeezing and tugging, and others start flicking and twisting and tugging at her latex-nulled nipples.\n\n"Don't worry, sweetie, I promise, just like you wanted when the trick began you'll never, ever, ever cum," you promise her, putting your hands together and giving your head a swing forward to bow it without moving the rest of your body. "Oh, but I also made sure you won't ever go crazy from it and lose your mind," you add as, just for an extra bit of fun, you set some of the tentacles to brushing and tickling gently at her feet, her struggles increasing and toes flexing wildly now too. "It wouldn't be any fun if your brain broke and you stopped being able to enjoy getting tricked!"\n\nYou turn and trot to the door, your dick, tits, butt, and floating head all bouncing merrily with your steps. You start to duck out, then pause and turn back, lifting a finger. "Alas, this will all vanish and go back to normal at the end of Halloween night, so you just have to endure the constant edging until sunrise!" you assure the bucking, thrashing, muffled-screaming bundle on the floor. "... Oh, hm, but I ammmmm gonna do my best to make sure Halloween night lasts forever," you add, tapping a fingertip against the lower edge of your carved mouth, your head wibbling a bit in place at the impact. "... So you'll get to enjoy the trick even longer, in that case!" you chirp, before closing the door on the sound of her muffled scream.\n\n"Ahhhh... nice trick," you coo, popping the lid back on the jar of paint and giving it a little toss in the air before catching it and tucking it away somewhere. It will be useful in playing more such tricks, because now you've definitely got a taste for them! You'll especially be looking to trick naughty~ people!\n\nWell. Not like Nancy was a naughty girl at all, really. Actually very sweet and kind to you. ... But! The lovely thing about Halloween is that tricks are for everyone, good and bad boys and girls alike! Nyahahahaha~!\n\nBut anyway, now you have a pretty good idea of the sort of tricks you want to do! And there's lots of people to do them to! And the more people you trick, and the better you trick them, the longer Halloween night will last! Trick enough... and November will never come, nyahahahaha~!\n\nAh, but where to start? You know lots of big parties out there, full of both naughty and nice revelers... you were going to one, after all! But there's many and more to go to!\n\nOr you could just go out looking... there's bound to be lots of people out there making all sorts of tricks of their own that you could show them how it's <i>really</i> done! Or similarly people just going about their business that you could give a real Halloween night!\n\nHeheheh, or! Or or or... allll those cute little trick-or-treaters out there! Mmmm, so much energy, so much mingled innocence and wickedness! Thaaat would make it <i>very</i> easy indeed to extend the night for months right off the bat, and make sure you had absolutely all the time you needed to make sure Halloween night lasts forever!\n\nYou glance around as the door to the stockroom opens, briefly admitting Nancy's muffled screams as some more of your plastic pumpkin minions shuffle out to join you before closing the door after you. You reach down to give one a fond pat on the mock-stem before hmmming, and scooping a little bit of the orange paint out of the jar. You turn it into a nice, tight, glowing orange little bikini for yourself... just enough to obscure the piercings and your bulge a bit. Make it easier to approach prey. Now, alright, where to start?\n\n<hr>\n[[Parties.|BudQOH]]\n\n[[Randos.|BudQOH1x5]]\n\n[[Trick or treaters.|BudQOH]]

Oho, someone's out doing some tricking of their own! you think as you spot the little group of boys in an alleyway. Halloween tricks are, of course, lovely and fun and why you're here!\n\n... But they're not even wearing costumes! And the graffiti they're doing isn't even Halloween-related! Not a pumpkin or black cat or witch in sight!\n\nSo yes. Punishment.\n\n"Hahaha, check it out!" one of the boys calls, doing what any youthful male will do with any object of significant length, especially a cylindrical one, and bringing it to the front of his crotch to shake it around, the can rattling and the other boys laughing.\n\n"Oooo, that looks good there!" you call from the mouth of the alleyway, all of them jumping a bit in surprise. "In fact, I think that's where it belongs!"\n\n"Wha?" the boy says, then whips his head down and stares as his zipper undoes itself. He lets out a yowl, the other boys jumping again and staring at him as he starts tugging furiously at the can. "I can't get it off! I can't get it off! It's stuck to my <i>dick</i>!" he wails as he flails his hips around and staggers back and forth.\n\n"Oh don't be silly, sweetheart," you coo, giving a scintillating giggle-cackle as the sound of the can's rattling shaker fills the alleyway. "It <i>is</i> your dick now! Can't you feel the pressure you're building up?"\n\n"Hnnnh! Hnnnnh!" he groans, his eyes rolling. Suddenly he flings his hands behind his head and starts furiously shaking his hips, building up the rapid <b>klakka-klakka-klakka!</b> of the paint shaker as all his friends watch in shock and growing horror. Then he thrusts his hips at the wall and gives a 'hhhha!' as a burst of orange paint sprays out, painting a portion of a jack-o-lantern on the wall. But then almost immediately he starts shaking his hips again, whimpering, "It's, it's not really cumming! I can't actually cum!"\n\n"Oh noooooo," you coo in mock-sympathy. "Maybe if you try reeeeeal hard to finish a lovely Halloween mural, you'll really cum! Here, I'll even let your friends help you out!"\n\nThe other boys scream, but also can't help themselves from unzipping their pants with one hand and pressing their spray paint cans into place with the other, crying out and gurgling as the cans merge with their cocks. Soon the entire group has their hands behind their heads to get them out of their way as they desperately shake their hips to ready the cans, overlapping <i>klakka-klakka-klakka!</i> sounding before they desperately aim spurts of paint at the wall, then moan in despair and start shaking their hips again as it fails to provide release.\n\nYou put a hand over your carved mouth, giggling again. Even if such an awkward position were able to generate enough proper shaking to let the cans spray long enough for them to cum, the building sensation and pressure and desperation won't let them keep at it long enough to try. They're all desperately trying to paint a Halloween mural on the wall now with their can-cocks, but as that desperation and frustration grows they're all working at cross-purposes, painting over each other's efforts, unable to coordinate because they're all busy whining and drooling over being unable to cum despite the constant buildup of pressure and need, each time only taking the faintest edge off of it with the faint spray of paint onto the wall.\n\n"Tag, you're it," you chirp to them before prancing off.\n\n<hr>\n[[Find your next victim.|BudQOH1xRepeat]]

You think "cosplayer" because she looks exactly like one of those lazy costhots from Instagram! Even on actual Halloween, the nerve! Her blonde hair isn't the right shade at all, even if it's at least pulled back in a ponytail, and her outfit is just one of those preprinted spandex zip-up bodysuits ordered from the discount apps! She's wearing it with normal blue heels as she walks along (apparently having had to park and walk to her destination), the very cheek!\n\n"Hey there," you greet, popping your head up over one of her shoulders while leaning your body up a bit over the other, grabbing hold of her shoulders as she jumps in surprise and looks back and forth, her eyes widening as she realizes what she's seeing. "Cute costume! Well actually it's complete trash," you add sadly, your carved mouth turning downward and your facelights turning blue. Then you leer and turn your facelights bright, blazing red. "But don't worry, we can fix it!"\n\nThe paint you'd wiped on your palms and fingers starts spreading downward from them, the woman blurting out a "H-hey!" at the strange sensation of the spandex turning to something more shiny and rubbery against her skin. Her eyes widen further as it spreads down her front and the zipper just drops off, leaving the bodysuit a complete single piece sealed onto her as it starts conforming more closely to her body, hugging her breasts individually and up into the cleft of her ass. She gives another yip as she's suddenly lurched upward, the blue heels turned into glowing yellow ones that lift her higher in... well, not an <i>accurate</i> version of the character's footwear, but at least a much more sexy and aesthetically pleasing departure!\n\n"Therrrre we go!" you chirp as you give her hair a poke, more of the paint spreading out and turning it bright, uniform pale blonde without shade for a slightly plastic-y look. "Much better, don't you think?"\n\n"W-what are you?! Get this thing off of me!" 'Samus' protests, trying to grab at the suit, only for her latex-clad fingers to squeak fruitlessly against it without purchase. "It's too tight!" she adds in near-despair.\n\n"Oh, is it? Well I know a way to loosen it up," you purr. "If we're going to be inaccurate but please the internet!"\n\n"What are you-" she starts to demand, only to gasp and thrust her hips forward. She stares down between her boobsocked breasts with wide eyes as a distinct bulge appears at her crotch, slowly starting to grow longer and thicker, sliding up her belly where it's held in place by the ultra-tight suit. A pair of hefty spheres swell outward below it as well, just as completely outlined and hugged as her tits, and steadily growing to the same hefty proportions as the shaft of her new cock grows further and further upward. In a matter of moments it's pressed right up between her tits, the head of it resting level with her collarbone, while her balls might almost be bigger than her tits now. "Wha-...?! Wha-...?!"\n\n"'What does that have to do with loosening the suit'?" you finish for her with a giggle, before reaching around her. "Here, let me show you," you coo, before giving the underside of her latex-sheathed prick the faintest stroke with two fingertips.\n\nShe cums instantly, her whole body lurching as a visible gush of fluid presses the latex at the tip of her cock outward, swaying and wobbling with the outline of more shots of cum before it settles back into place atop her tits. She just keeps cumming, too, the round water balloon-like bulge atop her tits growing larger until it sort of settles and engulfs her tits as well. You step back and watch as she twitches and shudders, her eyes rolled and tongue jutted as her cock shoots again and again nonstop, filling more and more of her suit with warm, creamy white. The taut definition of her toned body gradually begins to fade, rounding out and turning more and more bulgy and wobbly as every single bit of it is filled with cum. Gradually the blue begins to stretch outward, showing more and more of that thick, creamy white within as it's stretched more and more. Soon the entire thing is stretched enough to show bits of her actual body practically floating inside it, soft pale skin utterly soaked in her own cum as her suit's features begin to lose definition and round out.\n\n"Well why don't you just <i>marinate</i> on that for a while, honey?" you coo, giving the suit a pat and setting it to wobbling as you turn and trot off, leaving her to constantly cum her brains out into her never-breaking suit and soak in her own emissions for all eternity.\n\n<hr>\n[[Find your next victim.|BudQOH1xRepeat]]

Well heck, if you're gonna crossdress, may as well go all the way into goofy weeb territory! You chuckle some as you pick up the mask and pull it over your head, finding it goes on a bit smoothly. Although, once it's on, you find that the neck's a little tight. You frown, running your fingers around the edges... no, there's space, it seems like. You pull it off, eyeing it... seems to be plenty of space. You put it back on... no, there's that tightness again, though you can't seem to find <i>where</i> it's coming from!\n\nYou spend a bit longer than you meant fiddling with it, but eventually decide to give up and figure it must be in your head, just something brought up by Nancy talking about the 'Headless knight'. Shrugging, you turn towards the mirror, catching sight of yourself in it and snickering a bit at your naked body with the cutesy-scary cat head jack-o-lantern on it.\n\nJust then your phone starts playing the alarm you'd set up to let you know when light was actually scheduled to fade completely from the sky. Then your eyes widen behind the mask as its mouth and eyes glow to life with orange-yellow light despite you not having touched any sort of switch. You only have a moment to consider before the edges of the mask clamp down around your neck, starting to choke you.\n\nPanicking but unable to do more than make muffled noises, you stagger around and pull at the mask, feeling its plastic surface turn even more slick but in an entirely organic way, more like an actual pumpkin, and yet completely hard and unyielding under your fingers. The bodypaint jars on the shelves rattle and shake, before the lids pop off and purple-tinted black and gray, along with a few other colors, paint flies out, splattering itself across your skin and starting to spread.\n\nYou continue to struggle against the mask as the paint spreads across your body, bulging outward and changing you as it goes. The paler purplish-gray slides down your front, bulging your chest outward into two large, full breasts, pulling away from your nipples to reveal them as engorged and thick and black. It slides down your stomach, rendering your abs into even more stark relief, even as the purplish-black covers your sides and back, curving your hips outward and rounding out your ass, plumping it up further, sliding along your arms and legs and rendering them into feminine curves.\n\nAs distracted as you are with struggling, you don't even notice the accessory bag rustling and twisting, before the tails shoot out of it like a striking snake. The black rubber plug on the end of them plunges directly into your ass, making you cry out even louder and arch your back, flinging your new tits upward just in time for a pair of squarish piercings to fly through the air and snap onto and through them. Black paint is covering your cock, rendering it larger and heavier by the moment, dripping down to do the same to your balls, glowing green paint sliding over the head of it and dappling back into the pure black in a smooth gradient.\n\nEven amidst the strange terror of the mask choking you and all the other changes, you thrash at the extra strangeness of the tails sliding upward from the plug, moving to settle at the base of your spine instead and starting to lash about indicative of your panic, while the plug itself merges into your asshole, turning it into a hefty, thick black ring. You lurch forward as the collar flies from the shelf and smacks into your neck, fastening it tightly, the cloth sliding up along your neck and feeling as if it's starting to meld into your skin. You arch your back hard as the mask's neck suddenly tightens further, and further, and-\n\n<i>Pop.</i>\n\nYou slump forward, arms dangling downward, tails briefly going entirely limp. Then they start to sway contentedly as you slowly raise up, letting out a loud, gusty sigh of happiness.\n\n"Oh that's sooooo much better," you purr in a sweet but echoing voice, your head tilting this way and that, carved mouth opening in a brief yawn. "It was so <i>stuffy</i> having my head actually attached to my body, nya!"\n\nYou look at the mirror, pleased by what you see. Your pretty kitty body with its hefty tits and pierced nipples, and a fat black and green cock, but most importantly your lovely pumpkin head floating about an inch above your collar. Yes, you look absolutely purrrfect!\n\nBefore you can contemplate whether to bother getting dressed further, there's a knock at the door, and a concerned call of "Sir? Are you okay? It... sounded like you were having trouble."\n\nYou blink your carved eyes, then your grin grows even wider as you wiggle your fingers. The artificial pumpkin vines go slithering across the floor, stretching and growing and splitting, until they're flanking the door entirely. Making your voice sound like it did before you were wearing your head properly, you call, "Actually, could you come help me?"\n\n"Oh, certainly!" Nancy's voice chirps, before she opens the door and steps in. She almost immediately screams in terror as the vines pounce her, ripping and tearing and hauling at her clothes even as they haul her down to her knees and further restrain her. In moments she's naked and kneeling before you, her screams having quieted as her terror mounted beyond them, purple eyes wide behind her glasses as you walk up.\n\n"Now Nyancy," you purr in your own voice, enjoying the trembling it induces in her. For further effect you summon up a pair of spirit lights to circle your head, making sure she has a perfect view while gazing up at you, your slightly hardened cock right in her face, the tip starting to dribble pre slightly in your excitement to begin Halloween properly. "I have one simple question to ask you. Trick... or... treat?"\n\n<img src="images/QoH2.jpg">\n\n"... w-... wha?" she squeaks, whimpering a little.\n\n"It's a very simple question, Nyancy!" you add with a trilling, echoing giggle that sounds like several different spirits laughing, which has her shrinking away from you in the grip of the vines. "Trick, or treat?"\n\nShe just opens and closes her mouth, clearly too terrified to speak.\n\n"Oh dear, can't decide? Well, alright then," you purr. "I'll pick for you. Let's see, how about..."\n\n<hr>\n[["Trick!"|BudQOH1x2]]\n\n[["Treat!"|BudQOH4x1]]

"W-what?!" Nancy yelps as the vines abruptly haul her to her feet, keeping her arms bound behind her. She quivers as you drag two fingertips up the front of her crotch, your claws gently indenting her skin without leaving a mark. But a moment later her eyes widen and her jaw clenches as she begins making little desperate noises, hips bucking and twisting as the smooth skin starts to bulge outwards.\n\nIn a matter of moments she's sporting a hefty, fat cock at least the length of her forearm and a pair of fat balls as big as her fist... well, she's a fairly dainty thing anyway so that's not as big as it could be~! She stares down past her pert tits in a mixture of fascination and horror at the sight of it, seeing it sway heavily with every little frightened twitch and wiggle of her hips, her new sack bobbing like a pendulum beneath it.\n\n"Nyow you may be wondering, is this really a trick, or a treat?" you say with another multidunous giggle, making her shiver again, then lurch against the vines restraining her as you run two fingertips from the very base of her new up to the tip of it, swirling your fingertip around as it starts dripping clear pre. "But of course, a good Queen of Halloween knows it should be a bit of both! What a lovely dick, too, almost as lovely as this one!" you chirp, swinging your hips to smack your own stiff prick against her balls lightly, making her yelp and jump against the vines.\n\n"But nyaaaaa... let's seeeee if it's a trick or a treat, hmmm?" you purr in her ear, floating your head right over to her to do so without leaning in too much. You wrap a hand around Nancy's big new dick and start stroking slowly, listening to her start to pant and whimper. You occasionally let out one of those multi-voiced giggles, watching her tremble in terror and feeling her cock give a jump in your hand every time you do so, those droplets of pre turning into a smooth, steady stream dribbling down onto the floor.\n\n"Does it feel like a treat? Maybe that's the trick," you coo, floating your head around to the other side of hers. Nancy cries out as you bring your tails around, starting to flick the tip of one back and forth over her slit, the fur quickly growing damp with her wetness, while the other tickles and teases at her pucker, making her writhe even more, her hips starting to lose their struggle not to thrust against your hand. "Trick or treat, Nancy's beat, we'll make her lewd with her defeat~!"\n\nApparently your mocking sing-song rallies a bit of her will and she presses her lips tight together and her eyes closed, giving her head a quick shake of denial, and only allowing herself to whimper as your tails push inside her holes, the agile, furry lengths starting to pump into both as you continue toying with with her prick. You float your head back over to above your neck and giggle some more, bringing your other hand up to toy with one of her breasts, squeezing and lifting it, and teasing at the nipple gently with your claws, coaxing it to be just as stiff as you can get it.\n\n"Nnnnh... nnh, s-stop," Nancy pants, her eyes starting to roll as her cock begins throbbing harder in your hand eventually, her whole body trembling. "S-stop, please!"\n\n"Awww, is it starting to feel more like a trick nyow, Nyancy?" you purr mockingly at her. "You're holding back sooooo hard, even though your dick's shaking like a leaf in my hand and your holes are squeezing my tails so excitedly! You want to cum sooooooo bad, but you won't let yourself! Poor poor Nyancy, being so~ stubborn! Don't you want to feel what it's like to cum with this biiiiig fat fuckstick, Nyancy!"\n\nShe shudders all over, her tongue briefly poking out as her eyes roll. Then she squeezes her eyes tight shut and presses her lips closed, shaking her head wildly.\n\n<hr>\n[["Too bad! Cum your brains out!"|BudQOH3x1]]\n\n[["Fine then... you never will~!"|BudQOH1x4]]

"Of course, you have to start Halloween off by playing tricks, nya!" you declare cheerfully, giggle-cackling as Nancy trembles in front of you. "I'm a tricksy cat, so I've got plenty of them in mind!" you add, tilting your head so far that it goes rolling down one arm to be caught in your palm, where you tilt it back to go rolling all the way to the other hand, and then back to give a little leap into place floating above your collar, your tits and cock wobbling with the motions of your body as you do.\n\n"B-but I don't wanna get tricked!" Nancy blurts, purple eyes wide.\n\n"Too bad! You had your chance to pick 'treat'! I'm sure that would have worked out lots better for you," you tease with another cackling giggle. "Ohhh gosh, the problem is there's soooo many fun tricks to play it's hard figuring out where to start! Let's see, let's see, nya nya nya, where to start...? Nyah! I know!"\n\n<hr>\n[["Let's give you a biiiig fat cock!"|BudQOH1x3]]

You resume your walk through the ever more timebent and eternal-feeling Halloween night. Mmm, time to find your next victim! Soon you spot...\n\n<hr>\n[[-a Samus cosplayer.|BudQOH1x6]]\n\n[[-boys doing graffiti.|BudQOH1x7]]

"Mai, honey, you want another beer?" Cody asks, already in the middle of flagging down one of the vendors.\n\n"Yeah sure babe. <i><b>C'mooooon! De-fense!</b></i>" you shout, cupping your hands around your mouth.\n\nA moment later Cody passes the plastic cup of reasonably icy yellow brew to you, and you flop back in your chair to take a drink, the motion making your tits jiggle. It draws several stares from the people who had already been trying not to stare at you. Of course, you could wear a bra, but you don't actually seem to need one... it's not uncomfortable for you to go without, the sheer physics impossibility of that aside. Besides, you think with a grin, the jealous glances they shoot at Cody when you slip your arm through his are not to be missed out on.\n\n"I still think it was a mistake hiring that guy," Cody notes as he sips his own beer, frowning thoughtfully below the brim of his Deviville Minotaurs cap. "His behavior was pretty toxic and no one else in the league wanted to touch him with a ten foot pole."\n\n"Yeaaaah but he sure makes a cute cheerleader after that new steroid injection they came up with," you observe cheerfully, flicking the brim of your own cap. "I heard it's part of her contract that she has to bang the entire team after every game they win."\n\n"Oh, c'mon," Cody scoffs, shooting you a smirk.\n\n"It's true, I heard it!" you answer with a laugh. Both of you turn back to the game, and gradually your hand wanders to his thigh, gently rubbing the shape of his cock under the denim, feeling him gradually stiffen inside the tight fabric. You almost shiver as he suddenly leans in, breath warm on your ear as he whispers.\n\n"Did I ever tell you I've always had a fantasy of getting blown in a barely-hidden alcove at a football stadium during a game?"\n\nYour own grin widens, and you turn your head to kiss his cheek, whispering back to him, "Lemme just finish my beer, babe." After that he settles back into his seat, with you continuing to lightly rub his cock with one hand while sipping your drink with the other. You think about how when you stand up, every eye is going to be on your ass in your tight little cutoffs and your tits in the Minotaurs tanktop, and more than a few of them are going to figure that you're going to go suck Cody's cock (which of course you are). Your best friend's going to have his fantasy come true, a bunch of other guys and gals are going to know he's the sort of guy that has his fantasies come true, and you're going to get to make that happen.\n\nYour pussy's wet just thinking about it. Fuck, you're lucky.\n\n<b>Cosplay Casbah</b> End - <i>Cody's Perfect Girlfriend</i>

You begin your day by reporting to Jerome's office. You're wearing a sports team jacket, t-shirt, and jeans... you'd probably be sagging a bit but you never know when your line of work is going to require you to run, so. You don't look terribly out of place in the waiting room... just another high school kid caught with a bag of weed, most of the others waiting are probably thinking. The secretary waves you in almost as soon as you get there, clearly annoying some of the people that have been waiting longer. Ha ha, suck it, fucksticks!\n\nYou saunter on into the inner sanctum. Jerome is the only black man you've ever met with a combover... he must straighten his hair just so he can do that. His interior office is decorated in an almost painfully patriotic fervor, with the addition of a large (faux) bronze statue of a black man in broken manacles holding up a copy of the Constitution.\n\n"Hey kid, c'mon in!" He beckons you closer to the desk. "Y'know, I like you, sport. You're hungry for the work, you got a quick mind. If you'd bothered to finish high school I'd have tried to wrangle you a scholarship to law school. Reminds me of me, if I was young. And, y'know, pale as a piece of bread."\n\nSmirking, you tuck your hands into your jacket pockets. "Whatcha got for me, Jerome?"\n\n"Well normally I'd tell you to just get to where I told you to go, but like I said, I like you. And I actually have a lot to do today, so I'll let you take your pick of assignments. I've got a new client named [[Mr. Black|YPBB1x1]]. No jokes. But he's setting himself up a nice little drug lab, needs someone to watch his ass and help out where he needs it. Longterm assignment, but here's the thing... we're doing a three-way split here, kid. This works out, you and me both are gonna be rich, rich men. Still, I know I wouldn't wanna put up with some goofy bastard schoolteacher that long, so I'll understand if you'd rather I handed it off to one of your counterparts."\n\n"Next is that I need someone to go down to [[Georgia|YPZombie1x1]] and meet up with a couple of my clients who are planning on robbing a bank today. You're gonna meet up with 'em a ways outside this pissant little town with a fresh car and fresh clothes, so they can ditch any pursuit. Not a huge payday, but you'll earn a fair chunk of scratch. What's the worst that could happen?"\n\n"Third is a bit of a longer trip, but I need you to go to [[New York|YPShield1x1]] and find a client of mine. Some big secretive government agency is holding him illegally... I've tried serving every sort of injunction and subpoena there is, but you know the fuckin' government these days, they'll probably have him in indefinite detention in Gitmo before the week is out. Luckily they're holding him in a hotel, really light security. If you can bust him out and help him go into hiding, I can collect on the pending payment he set aside for me, and thus I can pay you."

"Um, I guess... well, I don't want to remain cursed," you murmur, your face going red.\n\n"Heh. Heh. Heeeeh," all three Lizzies coo in unison, making you shiver for more than one reason.\n\n"Alright, so you want to be doing the mana burst or the mana conduit?" the Lizzie in red speaks up, smirking.\n\nYou open your mouth to ask what that means, but then it's pretty obvious exactly what that means. Right. "Um..."\n\n"If you want to be doing the 'bursting', gotta warn you, it'd take you alllll day to satisfy us," the Lizzie in black chirps. "I mean, to make sure your curse is gone! Maybe even more!"\n\n"On the other hand, if you want to be the mana conduit, we could get you out of here in an hour or two." The Lizzie in orange pauses, then adds, "Five max."\n\n... Yeep. Sounds like they're going to be, uh, vigorous either way. Still, there's a pretty clearly different amount of time and effort to go into these.\n\n<hr>\n[[Be the mana burster.|BuddyFHP]]\n\n[[Be the mana conduit.|BuddyFHP]]

This all seems pretty nuts... school hasn't even officially started yet and you're getting caught up in weird science experiments? More likely Cal is just targeting someone else to mock and make fun of so he can seem top dog over someone, you'll show up and everyone will be there waiting to laugh at you. ... But what if it isn't? What if he's as sincere as he seems? This could finally, finally be a chance to leave 'Gwyn Stacey' behind for good, and maybe a whole lot more! Maybe it's ridiculous and nonsensical, but you can't resist. "Yeah... yeah, okay, I'll do it," you agree.\n\n"Great!" Cal pulls out his phone excitedly. "Give me your number, I'll text you directions to the science building. There's an entrance around the side that goes directly to the floor with my lab, I'll key you in when you get there. We need to wait until around midnight tomorrow night, but just think... by the morning after that, you and me could look like Chris Evans at his shaven-bodied, dehydrated, camera filtered best!"\n\nYou spend the entire next day waffling over whether to actually show up, and yet again going over your repeated worries that this is all ridiculous or some sort of humiliating prank, or maybe at best some sort of hazardous chemical test that will mess you up for life. But every time your thought of the years of teasing and abuse you've taken firms up your resolve, and in the dark of night you find yourself crossing the campus to the science building. It looks like a taller, even more upscale version of the SSC building, with shiny metal trimmings and opaque-seeming windows that seem to glow from the lower illumination. Still, there's no one around that you can see, and you circle around to the side just like Cal told you, quickly finding the the door he meant. Even before you approach you can hear a click and see it pop open slightly... inside is just a small room with an elevator door, which is already sliding open for you when you step inside. Wow, Cal really must have been waiting eagerly for you... well, at least that means he waited and didn't just reinvent himself without you.\n\nWhen the elevator doors open, Cal is indeed waiting for you, a labcoat pulled on over his usual frumpy clothing. He's practically vibrating with excitement. "I'm so glad you're here, Gwyn!" He starts leading you along. "If I'm honest, I've been ready to try this for weeks, but I guess if I'm still being honest, I was too scared to go through with it all by myself. But having someone with me who understands how... how frustrating it's all been..."\n\nYou can't help but give him a sheepish grin. "Yeah, guess I do." As the two of you walk into a lab area slightly smaller than a typical high school chemistry room, though slightly more spacious-seeming due to the more open area in the middle, you glance around. "So, what's this involve? Are there chambers, or...?"\n\n"No, no 'vita rays' or anything like that," Cal answers with a snicker, walking over to a table and picking up a small pair of cannisters about the size of soda cans. Each is about two thirds full of something oily looking... black, with a shiny, rainbow-like glint to the surface where the light touches it. "This is the catalyst. In fact, I'm just calling it 'Catalyst'."\n\n"Er... what is it?" you ask, bending forward a bit to look at one of the cannisters.\n\nCal hesitates, then admits, "I'm actually not entirely sure." At your sharp look, he hurries to add, "Look, I know what it does, pretty much, I've tested it thoroughly on animals and examined and refined its structure on a cellular level. It's just that the original somewhat degraded sample was brought into the Investigative Applied Sciences division as a mystery and I was the one assigned to look into it. It was my starting point, is all. These hook into these," he continues, gesturing to a pair of black rubber facemasks obviously designed to cover the mouth and nose, with something silvery and complex-looking attached to the lower left side where it would fit against the lower jaw. "It renders the mixture aerosol in a way that's perfectly safe. The absolute worst it might do is be like getting a faceful of hairspray, even after the full treatment."\n\nYou still feel a bit dubious, but nod in agreement and straighten up, taking one of the cylinders when Cal hands it to you and following his lead in picking up a mask and a clear rubber hose. The two of you walk over to a pair of office chairs that Cal apparently brought in just for this and settle into them, with you following Cal's example in hooking up the tube between the cylinder and mask. "So how does this work? We just breathe it, and...?"\n\n"It unlocks inner potential, maybe even 'the real you', so it's definitely kind of Captain America stuff," Cal says smugly, obviously imagining himself in star-spangled tights once he looks like a Hollywood action hunk. "I have this theory, too..."\n\n"This all sounds like theory," you note, frowning a bit at the mask, before shrugging and pulling it on, adjusting it a bit to get more comfortable.\n\n"Okay, but this is more of an abstract theory, I guess. Some of the stuff I tried with it that made it more stable brings the aerosol form more in line with chemicals already present in the human brain. So I think maybe your state of mind can affect the changes it causes. I can't exactly test that though... like when a rat gets more muscular or healthier or smarter or something after I give it a dose of the gas, sure, but I can't exactly measure what the rat was thinking about, can I? So just, y'know... relax, breathe, and think good thoughts," he says before fixing his own mask in place and pressing a button on the hose attachment.\n\nAfter a moment's hesitation, you press the same button on your own mask and settle back in the chair, letting it lean back. Okay, relax yourself. Breathe in deeply... the stuff doesn't smell <i>too</i> bad, not exactly pleasant but it's sort of tingly and spicy, a bit like breathing the steam over a pot of curry that's just had the coconut milk added to it. Okay, think good thoughts, think good thoughts, like about how when this treatment is finished, you'll be-\n\n<hr>\n[[-sexy as hell.|Gwyn]]\n\n[[-more you than ever.|Gwyn]]\n\n[[-a sexual beast.|GwynAlpha1x1]]\n\n[[-powerful and awe-inspiring.|SuperGwyn1x1]]\n\n[[-high as fuck holy shit hahahahahahaaaaa|GasGwyn1x1]]

Really, it's not a big deal, is it? He had so many, and just one would be all you'd need, and it's not like you'd tell anyone! I mean someone might get curious when you sell the thing but you'll just tell them you found it, the chances of that leading back to Liam are... really small, right? Anyway, it's fine, you tell yourself as you head over to his building. He's in class right now, you know, you'll just duck in, grab a nice big coin, take it to a pawn shop, and be in sport coats and tailored pants and then balls-deep in Alexa before midnight.\n\nYou're in the middle of brushing some coins around, looking for what seems properly valuable but not particularly unique, when you hear the door pointedly shut behind you. Since you'd already shut it, you jerk in place, then do a slow, guilty turn to see Liam standing there with his hands on his hips, staring down at you with a bland expression on his face. "Er... hi," you say a little lamely. "I know this looks bad, but, um, let me explain..."\n\n"You found out Alexa likes guys who dress to impress and you thought you'd get to fuck her if you spruced yourself up a little, but didn't have the funds to do it on your own," he says in an even, rather empty tone. \n\n"... I mean, not just fuck her, it was for the good of the relationship," you complain a bit plaintively.\n\nLiam sighs heavily. "Oh, Gwyn Gwyn Gwyn. I am so disappointed. But, if you've decided that expensive clothing is your thing," he says as he unbuttons and unzips his jeans, pushing them and his underwear down, limp cock swaying briefly with his motions.\n\n"Uh, whoa whoa whoa!" you declare as you scramble to your feet and turn to face him fully, waving your hands. "Look, I admit, I was wrong to get so greedy, but I'm not interested in whoring myself out!"\n\n"Oh, you're going to get up close and personal with my naughty bits again, for sure, but it's not about whoring yourself out. It is about fashion though." His flat expression slowly turns into a smirk as he raises a hand. "Something in... purple satin, maybe?" he muses aloud before snapping his fingers.\n\n'Purple satin?' you start to say, before you yelp as your clothes just... come apart, instantly reduced to their component individual threads that drift away from your body and fade away entirely. Shocked, you start to reflexively cover yourself, only to wobble in place as a strange sensation washes over you. You stare down at your naked body as you watch a purple hue.. not unlike the same color as your eyes... spread out from your belly, the discolored parts changing to a different, shiny texture as it goes. You try to step back or run, but you just wobble in place again, your muscles having no strength. Which might have something to do with your body growing thinner as you stare down at yourself in complete horror and amazement, your sides getting more narrow and your legs getting thinner and thinner, your arms wobbling as you try to touch themselves, seeming to gradually turn two-dimensional. Your cock is shrinking away even as you watch it, your balls getting smaller and shaft withdrawing into your body as your crotch becomes completely smooth, your buttocks merging together. You wobble again and flop forward onto your front as your body becomes flat and your head begins to sink into your shoulders, starting to shrink even as your arms draw upwards, grabbing for your equally two-dimensional feet, both of them locking together and fusing into a single seam that becomes less distinct as your whole form gets smaller.\n\nIn a matter of minutes, you're laying in a small pile of cloth on the floor... no, you <i>are</i> a small pile of cloth on the floor! You can still see and feel somehow, the sensation of the carpet against your surface under you, and the now huge room around you. You try to cry out for help as the now giant-seeming Liam looms over you, or to thrash against your fate as he reaches down to pick you up by the meeting point of what were once your arms and legs, but nothing happens. There's not even any sense of struggling to work your throat, you just... don't have a throat, and there's not even a sense of tension from your muscles at trying to move, since you don't have muscles either. Instead you see Liam's reflection as he moves to stand in front of the mirror, and you see the thing in his hands, a purple satin thong... you.\n\n"Veeery cute," Liam says approvingly. "And as always, the fit will be perfect, I do love these sort of panties," he coos as he lowers you down, slipping his feet into your leg holes. You can feel yourself brushing against his slender calves and thighs until he gets you up, and then you're pressing around his shaft and balls, feeling yourself being pulled up snug on his hips and between his asscheeks until even his pucker is pressing up against you. More than just feel it... you somehow taste and smell it as well, all over you, wherever he touches you, his dick pressed against your entire front and his asshole against your back, his hips resting under your arms and legs giving you a constant feel that you can only compare to him constantly having you on your back and fucking you. He turns back and forth a few times, posing in front of the mirror, giving you a few of your fabric stretched over his bulge. "Very cute indeed. You know, I think with cute panties like this, I need a date tonight, don't you? And I know just who to call!" he says as walks over to his chest of drawers, his genitals and pucker pressing even more firmly against you, driving their smell and taste into your substance more deeply as he bends over to rummage in the chest. And then he's stepping into a pair of sharply-cut pants and pulling them up, soon engulfing you in darkness, leaving you with nothing but the feel of the pants brushing against your outside front, but every other part of you pressed to his hips and ass and cock and balls.\n\nIn the darkness there's absolutely nothing to distract you from your strange transformation, or how you're basically wrapped around another boy's dick and sack, as well as a feeling like you were constantly tonguing his asshole that goes on for... you're not sure, it definitely feels like hours. Very distantly you can occasionally hear Liam and others speaking, but you can't make it out, muffled by the layer of cloth between you and them. It's just a quiet, pitch black, hot world of nothing but Liam's private parts pressed into you and against you, shifting and rubbing and moving every time he walks, or sits, or moves around at all. Until finally he sits again, and you hear a voice getting closer. The shift of the pants agaisnt you signals a change, and then the relatively loud sound of a zipper being undone before light hits you again. You have no eyes to be dazzled, so you immediately see the face that's directly in front of Liam's crotch, a flushed, smiling, eager face.\n\n'Alexa?!' you think in an entirely different kind of shock and despair as your girlfriend coos and reaches out to rub Liam's bulge through your fabric, already touching you more intimately than she ever has before as she strokes and rubs another man's prick through you.\n\n"Ooooo, these are so preeeeetty Liam," Alexa coos. "I bet they were expensive!" she adds in a giggly tone.\n\n"You know, some things are priceless," Liam declares in an amused tone, leaning back on his hands as he raises his ass to let Alexa tug his pants down and off, baring you completely as you can feel his cock beginning to stiffen inside you, pressing against you more firmly. As Alexa reaches out to rub his hardening shaft, you can feel/taste/smell pre starting to leak out of his tip and soak into your fabric. "Some people even think a really nice outfit is worth more than a friendship."\n\n"Hm?" Alexa asks distractedly, glancing up from rubbing your body against Liam's ever harder cock.\n\n"Nothing~," he singsongs, before saying, "But let's leave them on while we have fun, since you like them."\n\n"Oooo, alright," Alexa purrs before sliding her fingers inside of you and tugging you down, letting Liam's stiff shaft spring free and leaving you hugged up against his balls. And of course besides being left to hug up against and constantly smell and taste another boy's balls, you have an extremely close-up view of your girlfriend dragging her tongue over that other boy's cock, making soft lusty noises as she slurps and kisses it, before finally sliding her mouth over the tip of it. Since you have no eyelids to close it's not as if you can do anything but watch as Alexa enthusiastically works her way towards deep-throating Liam, until finally her lower lip is pressing up against your upper edge where your head would once have been, bits of her saliva soaking into your cloth substance as her mouth presses right around the root of his shaft. And you can do nothing but continue to watch as she services him with utter zeal, using mouth, tongue, and even her tits, those big soft orbs brushing against you and pressing against your cloth surface as she rubs them all over Liam's stiff prick.\n\nAnd of course, eventually, after you're moved out of the way for awhile and left with nothing but your view of Liam's stiff, spit-shined prick and being wrapped around his balls and ass, listening to the sound of Alexa moan Liam's name and say how good he's making her feel as he eats her out, you're once again brought around, this time getting an ever-closer view of Alexa's pussy... and Liam's cock sliding into it, getting sucked into its warm, wet embrace inches from you, and then right up against you. Helplessly you watch, listen, smell, taste as he starts fucking her, smacking you against her skin again and again as she wraps her legs around him and begs for more, moans about how good he is, and certainly never seems to realize that her actual boyfriend is smacking against her taint as a pair of purple satin panties.\n\n'Well, I guess I was right about one thing,' you think with some resignation as Liam shoves forward and Alexa yowls, and you begin to feel/taste a mixture of his cum and hers soaking into you, sticking you closer against Liam's sack wherever it does. You wound up balls-deep in Alexa before midnight... you just had no way of knowing it wouldn't be your balls.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GwynLiam5end1xEnd]]

You are a male, aged eighteen to twenty-nine. You have a potential for a broad range of life experiences. Are you still relying on your parents, or are you on your own? Are you currently living a completely normal life, or did some brush with the fantastic when you were younger set you on a different course? Well, variety is the spice of life! Time to choose your seasoning.\n\n<b>[[Gwyn|GwynStart]]</b>: An eighteen-year-old moving into the dorms on your first day of college. You've always been teased for supposedly being a bit of a wimp just because you have a slight build, not that your name helps. \n\n<b>[[Buddy|BuddyStart]]</b>: You're a twenty-six-year-old bachelor. You're moderately wealthy, with an occupation consisting mostly of not being an idiot with your money. You spend your time enjoying parties (often seasonal ones) with friends and strangers alike.\n\n<b>[[Austin|AustinStart]]</b>: You're a nineteen-year-old college student on break from university. You've just received notice that your great-uncle Archibald has died and left you something in his will.\n\n<b>[[Jessie|JessieStart]]</b>: You're a twenty-three-year-old <strike>retail drone</strike> customer service specialist named Jessie. (And no, you do not cook meth on the side. Sigh.) You live in a small house with two roommates and spend most of your waking hours trying to get laid.

"You... what?" Cody asks, obviously confused, his eyes widening a little.\n\n"I'm going to be your perfect girlfriend," you repeat with a firm nod, just before dropping the towel. "See, here's how I figure it," you continue, resting your hands on your hips and striking a bit of a pose as he stares at you. "A girl who's born and raised a girl has certain hangups and shames and limits and all that stuff. Meanwhile, guys grow up with this idea of a perfect girlfriend who'd do anything for them, wear anything for them, go anywhere for them, share all their guy interests, besides being a loving girlfriend. And I can do that, because I understand how happy it would make you!"\n\n"I... don't know," he murmurs, shaking his head. "I don't want you to give up-"\n\n"Sh-sh-sh!" you interrupt, grinning and stepping close, putting a finger to his lips. Then you smile as you slip your arms around his shoulders, drawing his blushing face in closer to your bare tits. "No, see, that's the thing, I'm not doing it out of some obligation. I know how insanely happy it would make you to have a girlfriend like that, and making my best friend that happy thrills the fuck out of me. It made me so damn happy and turned-on last night, blowing you while you watched Trash strip and dance, because I knew it was something you'd always dreamed about." You lean in, catching his mouth in a kiss, drawing him from that kiss into a deeper one, sucking on his lower lip briefly before continuing in a sensual murmur. "You know I enjoy going to ball games, watching trashy movies, drinking beer and eating nachos, it's not like I'll be faking it or forcing myself to like all the stuff we did before."\n\nThen you duck in, whispering directly in his ear. "But I'll also do whatever you ask me to in bed. You want to fuck my tits, I'll oil them up for you. You want to buy me lingerie for my birthday, I'll wear it for you that very hour. You want me to dress to impress your friends when we go out, you just pick out how short a skirt I should wear. And when you fuck my brains out after I do those things for you, I'll get off on every throb of your cock knowing I'm giving you the perfect girlfriend experience," you purr, before sucking on his earlobe and dragging your teeth down it lightly.\n\nCody shudders under your assault, lips slightly parted as he breathes fast. He's quiet for several moments, obviously wrestling with some aspect of his better nature and the near-sell-your-soul level temptation you've offered him. Finally, he whispers, "Would you... put the costume back on?"\n\nYou grin broadly, leaning down to give him a quick kiss before drawing back, snagging the box from the floor and sashaying into the bathroom. A few minutes later you emerge, twirling the ball-ended tails in your hand, smiling with red-painted lips. Your tongue flicks a bit along said lips at the sight of Cody naked, stiff prick jutting out in front of him, a drop of pre oozing out at the sight of you. "Mai Shiranui, at your service!" you chirp.\n\n"You... you look..." Green eyes rake you up and down, adoringly, hungrily, predatorily. He takes another deep breath before he says, "Could you bend over and put your hands on the bed, please?"\n\nStill grinning happily, you move forward, bending at the waist and bracing your hands on the mattress, giving your jiggly ass a light shake. Cody moves into place behind you, and you make low, pleased noises as he begins to knead your ass, fingers sinking into the yielding flesh just a bit as he does. Then he leans down, pressing the cheeks apart, and you gasp in pleasure as his tongue starts swirling over your pucker, wet heat teasing at the sensitive hole. You continue giving little wiggles of your hips as he works his tongue deeper into you, before he straightens up. You hear the crinkle of a condom wrapper, then give a low moan as he starts pushing his cock into your spit-slick ass, the lubricated latex making up any necessary difference.\n\nSoon Cody's full length is buried deep in your ass, and his hands roam your back, down to caress the sides of your tits, before he grips your waist and starts fucking you. Hard, fast, right from the beginning, indulging himself completely and just pounding away at you, making your tits wobble beneath you and your ass jiggle from the impact of his hips. And you squeal and moan and beg for more, knowing that every sound only makes him feel more incredible, more like he's fucking famous sexbomb Mai Shiranui up the ass and she's loving every second of it. Because you are.\n\nOh yeah, it's gonna be a good life.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|BuddyOct12xEnd]]

Your lips curl in a smile as you take in your somewhat disheveled but very female body. Of course, it could just take a whole twenty-four hours to change back... but somehow you don't think so. Leaning over to Cody, you let your tits press against him as you start kissing along his jaw and chin. "Hey. Hey," you murmur as he shifts around as he begins to wake up.\n\n"Mm?" Cody's eyes open a little, then his mouth curls in a smile as you slide over on top of him, your lips coming down on his in a kiss. You wiggle on top of him a few times in the midst of the kiss, letting your tits press against him, then reach back, guiding his morning wood into your already wet pussy. Both of you moan softly as you settle back onto him, his hands moving to grip your ass and squeeze. This time it's both of you partially controlling the tempo, you rocking on top of him eagerly with your tits rubbing on his chest, his hands on your ass urging you to move. Eventually he groans and pulls you forward, slipping out of you, the top of his cock lightly slapping against the cleft of your pussylips as it spurts, cum spattering across your round, jiggling ass.\n\n"So you really don't think you're going to change back?" he asks a bit later, sitting on the edge of your bed in a pair of your sweats, his hair still slightly damp from the shower.\n\n"Nope," you answer, rubbing at your own long brown hair with a towel, another wrapped around your middle, and barely coming down to the bottom of your hips, the light jiggles of your tits at the motions of your arms constantly threatening to make the towel drop, all of this resulting in a rather obvious bulge in Cody's sweatpants. "Somehow I just feel certain this is for good now." You drop the towel and pick up the ponytail tie from the costume, grinning as you pull your hair back into its ponytail. "But y'know what, I'm okay with it!"\n\n"You are? I mean... yeah, I guess you seemed pretty okay with it this morning," he admits, blushing.\n\n"Hey you seemed pretty okay with it too, y'know," you tease, resting one hand on your hip and jutting the other hip out, pointing at him with your other hand. "You got any complaints?"\n\n"Well, not with... that," he mumurs, blushing brighter, then giving his head a shake. "I mean, there's a whole lot we'll have to do in regards to your identity, and protecting your assets now, but I think between the two of us we can manage it."\n\n"Good," you say with a firm nod. "Because I've decided-"\n\n<hr>\n[["- I like being a woman!"|BuddyOct]]\n\n[["- I'm going to be your perfect girlfriend!"|BuddyOct12x6]]\n\n[["- sex with you is awesome!"|BuddyOct]]

It's surprisingly easy to give in to one of those urges that cropped up, and you find yourself leaning forward and down, shifting on the couch a bit as you move towards Cody's lap. He jumps a little, head jerking down to look at you in shock as you stretch the waistband of the pants and pull them and his boxers down, letting his stiff prick spring free.\n\n"B-Buddy, what are you-" He cuts himself off with a loud moan as your mouth wraps around the head of his cock and you start suckling lightly.\n\nYou find the taste is... surprisingly nice, encouraging you to swirl your tongue around it, making him moan again. You draw your head up and off of him, then drop down a bit, kissing along the underside of his cock a few times before dragging your tongue up the shaft. Heck, you've received more than a few good blowjobs in your time, giving one can't be that hard with that to work off of. Dipping your head back down, completely lost in your little whim, you lick at the meeting of his shaft and sack, giving a light suck there before moving back up along it with another long, slow stroke of your tongue.\n\nWhatever other protestations Cody might have had have apparently died under the assault of your mouth. Instead he rests a hand on your back, rubbing at you gently through the soft, thin cotton, the motion actually quite pleasant for as simple as it is. There's definitely a thrill here to how happy you must be making your best friend, too... not just a beautiful woman sucking his cock, but doing it while he's watching his favorite sexy scene in a movie. Hell, you know you'd be happy with that, and if your best friend is happy, isn't that cause to be happy?\n\nYou roll your eyes to look up at him as you slide your mouth back down over his cock, seeing his own half-lidded green eyes gazing back at you, face flushed and lips slightly parted as he breathes. That's definitely a face that's enjoying himself, you think with amusement... and something about his eyes when he's looking at you, especially when they're locked on yours, sends an extra thrill through your body, making you aware of just how stiff your nipples are and how hot and wet it's gotten between your legs. So you keep watching his face as you begin dipping your head lower, gradually working yourself down on him, soft pink lips sliding along his shaft. You feel him nudge the back of your throat, and give a soft 'hk' as he does. But now you're determined to do the best job possible, to see how good the look on his face gets, so you keep gradually easing yourself down after little draws back up, until eventually you can ease his cock into your throat, grinning around his shaft some as you watch him close his eyes and throw his head back.\n\n"Oh <i>fuck</i>," he groans as you deepthroat him, working your way down until your pretty lips are wrapped around the base of his shaft. You bob your head a few more times, but once he says, "B-Buddy... I'm getting close," you pull up and off of him, unable to help gasping a little as you sit up. He looks a little dazed and confused for a moment as you sit back... then his eyes widen as you peel your shirt up and off, tits dropping free and wobbling as you haul it off over your long ponytail. Still, he seems to have gotten the message, hauling off his uniform top and wriggling out of the pants as you stand and peel out of the shorts. He stares up at you almost worshipfully as you move to the couch, both of you naked now as you straddle his lap and lean in. You're in the midst of angling his cock when you hear an 'mmf' and blink, looking at him... and realize you're smothering him with your tits. You squeak and lean back, Cody hauling in a quick breath, both of you exchanging an embarrassed glance... then bursting out laughing.\n\nAfter a few moments of laughing, both of you grin, then you scoot forward, settling yourself onto him and settling yourself, gasping out as you feel the very strange but very good sensation of a cock entering your pussy for the first time. You drape your arms around his neck, his hands stroking and caressing your hips, ass, and back gently, letting you control the pace as you settle fully onto him, then begin riding, slowly at first, but picking up the pace as you get used to the feeling of that long, thick, hot thing pumping up inside you, spearing into your core with every movement. You lock eyes with Cody again, both of you panting and gasping, and both move at the same time, leaning in and locking lips, tongues eagerly meeting each other as you ride his lap, your tits pillowed against his chest and shoulders.\n\nYou're a little surprised that you cum first... well, some little bit of you in the back of your brain that isn't busy orgasming more intensely than ever in your life is surprised. You throw back your head and cry out, body trembling and pussy squeezing around Cody's cock as you buck on his lap, hips twisting and working against him. You almost cry out again in dismay as he pulls you up and off of him, then gasp loudly at the sensation of his cock resting against the front of your crotch, twitching and shuddering as it spurts long ropes of cum across your belly and the undersides of your breasts.\n\nBoth of you breathe heavily, just looking at each other for long moments, before your mouth curls in a smile, prompting him to do so as well. You lean in for another quick kiss, then get up and snag his wrist, tugging him up and urging him to follow you into the bedroom. You take a moment to use a convenient wipe to clean yourself off, then snag something else out of the drawer before dropping onto the bed, your tits jiggling as you flip the long silvery strip onto the bed beside you. Cody only hesitates for a moment before he clambers up onto the bed as well, moving over you on all fours, delivering several soft, lingering kisses on your mouth. Then he ducks his head down, kissing along your neck and throat, leaving you wriggling and giving soft 'mm' noises as he makes his way down to your chest. You moan lowly as he begins kissing and gently kneading your breasts, mouth closing over one of your nipples and swirling around it, then slipping over to give the other similar attention.\n\nCody actually manages to make you cum again just by playing with your tits, even if it's not as big as the last one, your cry soft and your back arching as you shiver. Before it's quite done he's kissing his way down your flat belly, tongue flicking across it here and there, teasing into your bellybutton for just a moment. Then he nudges your thighs onto his shoulders before he sets to work licking and kissing at the plump, wet pussylips between your legs, alternating between sucking and kissing at them with long, rhythmic strokes up your cleft, each one flicking your clit. This time he's not satisfied until he's wrung at least three orgasms out of you, and by the time he's finished your legs are quivering and your body is shining with sweat, your tits heaving with your quickened breaths as he straightens up and tears a condom off the strip, sliding the blue rubber over his stiff prick.\n\nHe slides back up your body, with you eagerly drawing him closer and into the renewed kiss, wrapping your arms and legs around him as his rubber-coated cock slides back inside you. This time he controls the pace, and you're perfectly glad to have him do so, showing him that you are by moaning into his mouth and sucking his tongue, and squeezing him down against you so that your tits rub on his chest. His hips drive you against the bed, gently at first but with greater strength as he gradually picks up speed, until finally you're throwing back your head and crying out as he thrusts deep inside you, your pussy fluttering and squeezing around him as he fills the condom's reservoir.\n\nThat's not the end of it, but everything after is a little hazy as you sit up the next morning, rubbing your head. You're not hung over... you weren't even what you'd call drunk, after all... but you are processing a lot of strange sensations. Like dried sweat on your boobs and a well-fucked pussy. Your gaze wanders around, to the sleeping Cody, to the number of used and tied-off condoms in the bedside traschan, and finally down to yourself, as if just to confirm that you are in fact still in possession of a pair of large tits and a tight vagina.\n\n<hr>\n[[Dammit!|BuddyOct13x1]]\n\n[[Whew!|BuddyOct12x5]]

You're still a little freaked out, you need all the comfort you can get to help you calm down and feel normal. You step into the black shorts and haul them up, a little surprised when they fit firmly rather than the fairly loose fit of usual. Well, your proportions are different now, you muse as you haul on the soft, thin from too many washings white T-shirt as well, feeling it stretch in a few places. Still, they seem to be as comfy as always once you've got them on, and you're feeling positively cheered as you head back out.\n\n"So what'd you find to watch?" you call as you head into the living room, padding along on bare feet.\n\n"<i>Return of the Living Dead</i>, can't have Halloween without <i>Return of the Living Dea</i>-" Cody replies as he straightens up from setting down a plate of nachos. His eyes widen a little, then he clears his throat. "Ah, one sec, I forgot the beers," he announces, scuttling back into the kitchen.\n\n"Wha?" You blink. What's with that? You're out of the skimpy clothing and wearing something he's seen you in probably thousands of times before. You look over towards the back window, and catch a glimpse of your reflection. ... Oh. Turns out your proportions are different enough that the formerly somewhat loose shorts are now effectively hotpants, clinging to your round ass and hips and baring your long, curvaceous legs entirely. Meanwhile the shirt conforms to the shape of your chest almost perfectly save where it's stretched between your breasts, lifted up enough to show your bellybutton, and thin enough that just the faintest hint of pink is visible at the tips. That would explain it alright.\n\nStill, Cody seems entirely composed when he returns with a six-pack of bottled beer from the kitchen, so you put it out of your mind, the two of you settling down to enjoy a bit of horror nostalgia from your childhoods. The beer and nachos help too... Cody makes the best nachos you've ever had, and the beer is a local craft dubbel, meaning that your head's pleasantly fuzzy after about one and a half, letting you relax and almost forget your situation. You scoot back on the couch, drawing your bare legs up beside you and resting a hand on them, still occasionally sipping your beer as you watch.\n\nYou grin as the scene arrives where Trash, the punk rock girl, starts dancing in the graveyard... Cody's favorite scene, one he's confided to you as being one of the first times he ever got turned on watching a movie. You turn to tease him a little as usual, when you notice that his face is a lot closer than expected, as well as rather red as he stares resolutely forward. You realize that at some point, without noticing it, you've scooted over closer and are practically leaning against him, one of your breasts pillowed against his arm. For some reason you find yourself glancing down, and notice that there's a rather obvious bulge in the front of his black pants, either from the scene or from you but probably a mixture of both. The sight sends a lot of strange, conflicting feelings through you, stuff you're not sure whether it's the result of this body or maybe something you've always repressed or maybe just natural reactions.\n\n<hr>\n[[Lean back and pretend nothing happened.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[Blow him.|BuddyOct12x4]]\n\n[[Slap him and call him a pervert.|BuddyOct]]

"Let's just try to wait this out," you finally decide with a huff, after several minutes of thinking. You raise a hand to the side of your head, giving it a shake. "I'm too rattled to think of confronting anybody or trying to go searching for somebody I don't even have the first idea of where to start looking for. I just wanna hunker down and hope this is over with soon."\n\n"I understand, this must be pretty stressful," Cody answers, reaching out to give your shoulder a squeeze. "Tell you what, I'll dig up one of our favorite Halloween movies and fix up some sandwiches and beer, that'll at least feel like a more normal Halloween, huh?"\n\nYou can't help but grin, even if a little wanly. "Straight out of eighth grade, yeah."\n\nThat gets a light laugh out of him, and he nods. "Yeah, but it's better to call that 'nostalgic', huh?" Then he blushes just a little and glances aside. "Ah... did you maybe want to change clothes, though? I mean I'm not sure how comfortable that costume is..."\n\n"Oh." You blush a little as well as you glance down at yourself. Actually the skimpy little ninja outfit is surprisingly comfortable, even though by all rights it shouldn't be. (Feels like you're wearin' nothin' at all!) Still, it is a little embarrassing to realize how close to naked you are, especially with the way it's obviously turning your friend on. "Yeah, you're right. Um, be right back."\n\nYou head to your bedroom and close the door before stripping off the costume, tossing it back into its box in a bit of annoyance. As an afterthought you head to the bathroom and wipe off the makeup you applied earlier. (Not that it makes a ton of difference, your body's apparently completely gorgeous even au naturale.) Once again doing your best to ignore the jiggling you do with every step, you head to your chest of drawers and start looking through things.\n\nLet's see... sweats or your favorite shorts and T-shirt? Sweats would have the advantage of covering you up completely, while your favorites would be more comfortable... and comforting, come to think of it.\n\n<hr>\n[[Sweats.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[Favorite.|BuddyOct12x3]]

Cody isn't exactly Superman, but he's trustworthy and he lives just around the corner. You quickly bring him up in your contacts list and hit the Call button. There's an answer about halfway into the second ring, the familiar voice chirping, "Hey, Buddy, what's up? You about to head to-"\n\n"Cody!" you squeak, then try to calm down quickly before continuing. "Cody, listen, I'm in trouble."\n\n"Buddy? What's wrong? Your voice sounds strange, are you hurt?" he asks in obvious concern.\n\n"I... no, not really, but something weird happened and I need help. Please could you come over to my place?"\n\n"Sure, I just walked out the door, I'll be there in like two minutes."\n\nIt's really more like a minute and change, meaning he must have run a bit to get there, when there's a knock at the door. You rush over and yank the door open, revealing your redheaded, rather boyish-looking friend, standing there in a Star Trek uniform with highly detailed phaser and tricorder at the belt. Too relieved to notice how his jaw drops, you hop forward and throw your arms around him. "Oh God thank you thank you for coming over so fast I was completely freaking out!"\n\n"U-uh, ma'am, hi, I'm glad to help if something's wrong, but-" he starts, holding his hands out a bit to the sides. He erks as you step back and grab his wrist, yanking him inside before hauling the door closed and whirling to face him.\n\n"Cody, it's-!" you start, only to suddenly realize something. Your face turns a deep red, and you quickly yank the costume's top portion back into place. "... It's me, Buddy." You see the skepticism on his face and hurry to add, "Really, this isn't a prank or something, I wouldn't do that to you! It's really me, this isn't a suit, or... or whatever!"\n\n"... Okay," he says slowly, giving a slight nod. "Alright, then, we'll just assume that's true. So calm down and let's figure things out," he says, making a few small gestures with his hands. "Just take a few deep breaths, first thing."\n\nYou nod hastily, then take a deep breath and let it out, probably a little too fast. You force yourself to take the next one slower, though it does still come out in a rush. You repeat that for a minute or so before you finally feel fairly calm. You open your eyes and look at Cody, seeing that he's blushing brightly and has his eyes averted. Why would he...? ... Oh, right.\n\n"Alright, so what happened?" he prompts.\n\n"Yesterday I went out to buy a costume," you begin, doing your best to keep calm. "I went to this place called 'Cosplay Casbah', and... I bought a Mai Shiranui costume because I thought it would be a laugh. But the shop girl kept saying 'it's authentic, it's authentic', and she was a weirdly convincing catgirl and now I think maybe the costume is... magic," you finish a bit lamely.\n\n"... Well, normally I wouldn't exactly believe in magic," Cody says after a moment, rubbing the back of his head. "But barring any other explanation that seems the simplest and most obvious. Okay, so you've been transformed by magic. I guess that means we have to figure out how it did it and how to change you back."\n\n"Okay, okay how do we do that?!" you ask hurriedly, nodding eagerly. (Dammit, they jiggle when you do that too, to judge how Cody's cheeks color again.)\n\n"W-well, the way I see it, there's three things to do. We can either ask someone at the store, look for someone else to help us if you don't trust them, or we can just wait and see if it wears off. That's how transformation magic is in a lot of books and stuff, right? It only lasts maybe twelve hours or a day or so?"\n\nYou nod more slowly at that. "Yeah. Yeah I guess it does."\n\n"Alright, so what do you wanna do?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Cosplay Casbah.|BuddyOct19x1]]\n\n[[Third party.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[Just wait.|BuddyOct12x2]]

You pretty much only came because you apparently promised Marius, rather than any enthusiasm for checking out the building itself. Informing the receptionist that you'll wait, you head over to one of the surprisingly plush leather chairs and settle into it, playing around on your phone as you wait.\n\nMaybe twenty minutes later the front doors slide open again and Marius walks in, actually wearing an honest-to-god lab coat over a blue turtleneck and black slacks. "Oh, Gwyn, good, you turned up!" he says cheerfully as you get up and walk over. He gives your hand a quick shake then gestures you towards one of the elevators. "Come on up with me to my office in IAS."\n\n"You have an office?" you ask in mild confusion as you both step into the elevator and he taps in a PIN on a keypad before hitting the button. "I thought you were a student."\n\n"I am, a doctorate student. But Investigative Applied Science brings in a lot of money for the university," he explains as the elevator moves upwards (surprisingly smoothly and quietly, every other elevator you've encountered on campus except maybe the admin building seemed like it was a load of heavy seniors away from dropping like a rock). "So those of us who head up important research projects get lots of benefits."\n\n"So, what, you design orbital space lasers or something?" you ask as you follow him out and into a hallway lined with glass walls into offices, some of which have gone opaque indicating that they're those fancy electro-tinting windows. "Until you realize it's actually an orbital <i>death</i> laser and fill someone's house with popcorn instead?"\n\n"Heh, yes, everyone in the department's seen that movie, I'm pretty sure. No doubt some of what we do here does have military applications but hey, we're not so naive not to realize that. Science and war have a long, long history together, trying to unentangle them would be like trying to extract the caffeine from coffee after you'd already brewed it." The office he leads you into isn't particularly large, at least by your estimation, but is still a bit bigger than some of the teacher's offices you've seen. It has a decent view out over part of the campus, too, which Marius turns his back to as he half-sits on the edge of his desk and looks at you. "Anyway, last night you mentioned you haven't chosen a major, and I was hoping to encourage you to find a place here in IAS."\n\n"Uh." You blink. "My grades in science were never too shabby, sure, but I'm not sure they're quite 'working on bleeding-edge inventions' levels. Would I really qualify for something like that?"\n\n"Not as you are right now, admittedly, but if you joined my division like I want you to, you'd get there very fast. I head up what's referred to as the 'Med'... the Mental Enhancement Division." Marius grins, eyes twinkling a bit with zeal as he continues. "We've already discovered reliable techniques for awakening the potential of the human mind, resulting in people with abilities that used to just be the stuff of sci-fi. Last night was partly me sizing you up to see if you have the potential, and you do. Within the hour you could take the treatment that would unlock your mind... at the very least, your intellect would increase, you'd get an eidetic memory, and your ability to focus on tasks as well as multitasking would skyrocket, so you'd never have to worry about passing your classes again. But you'd also most likely gain... well, powers. Telepathy, telekinesis, biological alteration, maybe even others."\n\n<hr>\n[[Doubt, but keep an open mind.|GwynPsi1x1]]\n\n[[Leap at the chance.|GwynBot1x1]]\n\n[[Mock the entire idea.|Gwyn]]

You decide you've been partying a little too hard lately, and Halloween is one of those nights when parties can get out of hand and cause some serious overindulging. Maybe it'd be best to just stay in, take it easy. And so Halloween finds you sprawled on the couch, watching a lame horror movie, a seasonal pumpkin ale in hand while you're wearing just jeans and a t-shirt.\n\nThe night starts to get on a little bit, and without a single trick-or-treater having rung the bell, you eventually decide to switch to slightly more adult entertainment. You click over to one of the subscription porn channels and are rather pleased to find they're doing some costume porn as well. Settling in to watch not!Catwoman blow not!Batman, you almost jump out of your skin when barely five minutes later the doorbell rings. ... Of course. Quickly hitting the mute button on the TV, you get up and pad over to the front door, grabbing the bowl of candy and opening it.\n\nThere's a single girl of about thirteen standing on your doormat, with long, thick black hair and chestnut brown skin. She's wearing a Princess Jasmine outfit, quite a high-end and accurate one too, not one of the rather more modest or poofy ones sold in most stores. She glances up with big dark eyes, giving you a sheepish "Hi" instead of the usual 'Trick or treat!', which might have something to do with how she's messing with the upper part of her costume.\n\n"Having a problem there?" you ask in concern, blinking.\n\n"Um, yes, a stitch came loose," she explains, tugging on the blue fabric a bit, for just a moment showing a brief hint of dusky areola before she gets the top back in place. You quickly glance away as she continues, "I'm sorry, but could I come in for like two minutes? I think I can fix it myself, I just don't want to stand around out here while I do," she adds, still smiling sheepishly.\n\n<hr>\n[[Sure.|BuddyOct5x2]]\n\n[[No, but you'll get her a safety pin.|BuddyOct17x1]]

"Sure, come on in," you say, stepping back and waving her in. "Go ahead and step into the living room, I think I've got a little sewing kit or something around here that you can use if you need it."\n\n"Oh thank you," she says in a relieved tone, padding on slippered feet down the hall and into the other room. You head to the kitchen and look through the drawers, eventually finding the small, still new kit and carrying it into the living room as well. It's only when you spot the girl standing and staring at the TV with wide eyes do you remember what you left playing. "Ah geez!" you yelp, scrambling to grab the remote.\n\n"Wait!" she calls, making you grind to a halt in more guilt than anything else. She looks over at you, then back at the screen. "... I want to see some."\n\n"Uh, look, I really shouldn't-"\n\n"I promise not to tell," she answers solemnly, looking over at you again... then grinning, an impish twinkle lighting her dark eyes. "As long as you let me watch for a little while."\n\nYou sigh heavily, and nod. "Fine, fine."\n\nShe moves around and clambers up onto one side of the couch, watching the doggy style action on the screen as she does, not!Catwoman's heavy tits bouncing and swaying. "My name's Yasmina, by the way," she adds rather absently.\n\n"Buddy," you reply with a bit of a grumble, settling down onto the other side of the couch. Thinking and worrying about getting in trouble, you can't help but steal the occasional glance over. Yasmina has completely forgotten about her busted stitches, leaving her top to sag down on that side, showing a good half of the dark nipple capping her perky little breast. You try not to look, but since the only things to really look at are the porn and her, you can't help but sneak glances at her, especially as her nipples stiffen under the top and she squirms a bit, hips moving and grinding her pert, silk-clad ass against the couch.\n\n"It's so big," she whispers as the scene shifts to a 'confrontation' between not!Superman and not!Poison Ivy, the green-painted porn star pulling down Superman's briefs and sliding her bright red painted lips down its length.\n\n"Um, yeah," you murmur, shifting a little against the way your own cock is now straining against the confines of your jeans.\n\nYou watch as there's a hint of soft pink tongue darting along her lips, before she turns those big, dangerously pretty dark eyes on you. "Can I... see yours?"\n\n<hr>\n[[No way.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[... Okay.|BuddyOct]]

"I think I'm gonna hit the bar!" you call to the others. "You guys go ahead and do whatever!" Receiving nods of acknowledgement, you turn and weave your way through the crowd, at one point briefly bumping (literally) into another equally-endowed girl with dark hair and wearing an extremely daring red dress. Specifically, said endowments collide together and set one another to wobbling.\n\n"Hey, just because I'm a boat doesn't mean you can symmetrically dock without permission!" she calls, then wobbles away laughing at her own joke. Okay, you are clearly near the bar, and... yup, there it is!\n\nIt's actually set up a bit like some sort of combination heathen altar and torture station, or at least it's decorated that way with chains and scary iron cages in various shapes (with one formed around a jack-o-lantern, making it look like it committed some grievous sin against the medieval aristocracy). The bartender is a beautiful woman with snowy white hair and wearing a black leather bikini, some sort of weird metal frame corset, and a mask on her upper face. As you approach she looks over at you, circles of red actually lighting up in the black lenses of the mask.\n\n"Here, worm, decide what you want," she declares, throwing a laminated strip of orange paper at you contemptuously before walking off. "And don't bother me until you know. Or ever, if possible."\n\n... Huh. ... Still more polite than some of the bartenders you've met. You flip over the menu and look at the list of drinks. No actual descriptions, just names... you have a vague sense from some of them that they get stronger the further the list goes on, but apparently part of the fun is not knowing exactly what you're getting? Ah well, booze is booze, right?\n\nYou'll order theeeee...\n\n<hr>\n[["Party Girl".|BuddyFHP]]\n\n[["Wild Thing".|BuddyFHP]]\n\n[["Knockup."|BuddyFHP]]\n\n[["Hole in the Wall".|BuddyFHP]]\n\n[["Knockout".|BuddyFHP]]\n\n[["Mind Eraser".|BuddyFHP]]\n\n[["Final Countdown".|BuddyFHP]]

You stare out at the graveyard, confused. How did you get here? It was daytime before, wasn't it? Yes, it was daytime, sunlight was coming in through the windows of the hospital, and...\n\n... and you died. Oh, that's right. You look down at your hands, pale and bloodless past the cuffs of your nicest suit. You're in the graveyard because you're dead, and your friends and family buried you. And now... now you're up. That's not how things are supposed to be. Why are you up and walking around? That's not how the dead are supposed to be.\n\nYou feel yourself being drawn forward, further away from your grave, and after wrestling with your confusion for a moment you follow the impulse, walking forward and following the little path through the graves and stones, until you come to a trio of memorial benches. You settle on one, folding your hands in your lap, and you wait. You somehow know that if you wait, someone will come along and take you to where you're supposed to belong.\n\nWhere is that? You don't know. You really don't know. And so you sit and consider, trying to ponder out your life and where it might have landed you, assuming that any of what you ever considered or believed is true. It's a worrying line of thought, and you're glad you have the privacy of the darkened graveyard to consider it.\n\nYou raise your head as you hear the pounding of hoofbeats in the distance. Here it comes... here eternity comes to claim you. You start to take a deep breath, then realize you haven't been breathing at all anyway, and simply rise to your feet. As a dark, mounted figure starts to come into view from ahead, something makes you turn your head towards the path, where you can just faintly make out a figure on foot hurrying away in the distance...\n\n<b>Buddy's Midnight Walk</b> end - <i>Invaded privacy</i>

"... Fuck it, YOLO," you declare solemnly as you hit the release for the door on that side.\n\n"I mean yeah pretty much," Robert says agreeably as the Chichi animatronic turns and practically skips down the rest of the hall and through the open door.\n\nYou're feeling a strange mixture of terror, hilarity, and interest as the strange and lewdly-proportioned robot moves to stand in front of you, all of it adding up to a weirdly intense arousal. The thing lets out a slightly tearing giggle as it leans in, shaking those wobbly latex tits right in your face. "Ooo, Daddy, thank you! We're gonna have so much fuuuun!" it shrills as you give in to the urge to reach up and fondle those shiny white boobs. Your fingers sink into them with every squeeze, the material compressing under your hands... they're nothing like real tits, more like a pair of giant stress balls, and yet in its own strange way that's a turn-on all on its own.\n\nYou move your hands back to the arms of your chair as the Chichi animatronic sinks to its knees, its unchangeable expression and plastic-and-glass eyes staying fixed on your face as it does, its hands coming up to undo your pants and pull them open. "Oooo, Daddy's nice and hard! And Chichi's special sauce will help even more!" it squeals, picking up the pink bottle from where it had set it down on the floor, upending it and squeezing hard, spewing a thick stream of something bubblegum pink and slightly viscous all over your exposed dick, making you jump a little in surprise. What the hell? It's... starting to tingle, sort of like using a menthol shampoo or something, but without the 'burn'. Then you gasp loudly as Chichi presses its immense latex tits around your cock, practically swallowing it up as she starts pumping them up and down. "Chichi's boobies aren't lonely anymore with Daddy's dick!" it giggles. "Oooo, and here come more friends!"\n\nYour eyes widen and you look around, realizing that the other three animatronics have already made their way into the room and are surrounding you. Unlike Chichi, all three are armed with those insanely huge cocks, their proportions off and slightly... well, you want to call them 'cartoonish' but where in a cartoon have you ever seen something like that? Even for an old porn cartoon they don't quite fit, and they're not beams of light or pixelated. But they're also so unreal that you can't think of another word that fits them. All three begin stroking the fat, bulging dildos, the motion making their large latex tits jiggle. All of their faces have been brought towards the more human side of anthropomorphic and feminized, making it clear that they're supposed to appear female despite those extremely male endowments jutting from their crotches. The 'New Boomer' is shiny brown and cream-colored, has thick curly blonde hair and even puffier dick-sucking lips than the others. The 'New B. Awesome' is definitely a bright hot pink in color, the green ridge of spiky fins that had been running from the top of the original's head reimagined as going in an arch to create much the same slightly punk hairstyle look as Chichi's comb, her nipples and dildo-dick both bright green of such a particular shade that you'd suspect they glow in the dark. And finally 'New Felipe', with thick black hair, bright scarlet lips, and a permanent seductive expression molded to its face, a sparkly gold star emblazoned on one cheek like a beauty mark.\n\nAnd then there's, well. Felipe's is the only one that's entirely humanlike in form, though its bulging underside and extremely prominent veins still make it an almost parody of a dick. Boomer's is a 'red rocket', albeit a stylized one, long and tapering to a blunted point in a spiral, with a thick knot at the end. B. Awesome's is... you saw one of those 'dragon dildos' online once, that has to be what that is, with the layers and ridges, as well as its own smaller but more decorated knot.\n\n"Mmm, sure gonna have us a fun time now, sugar," Boomer croons, its (... her, just go with her, somehow that makes this better) her large tits jiggling energetically with every precise, mechanical stroke of her cock. \n\n"Totally radical!" B. squeals, in a distorted version of a voice that you don't recognize but half think must come from some cartoon rather than a porn star, just by the pitch of it.\n\n"Si, Papi, let's start the show," Felipe purrs in a crackling, faintly horrifying version of your favorite Latina porn starlet's voice.\n\nYou're so thoroughly scaroused by the sight of them surrounding you that you've been almost entirely distracted from the intensely pleasurable feeling of Chichi pumping her big fake funbags up and down your dick, though the sensation's been growing slowly more intense. You look down again, and your eyes widen further at the sight... your dick is bigger. A <i>lot</i> bigger! While it had earlier been practically swallowed up by Chichi's tits, it's now jutting out of them almost constantly, glistening and throbbing. In fact, as you watch now, you can see it getting a little bit longer and thicker with every jiggly stroke of those white latex boobs along it as they smear in whatever it was Chichi slathered all over your prick. It only stops once it's easily the size of the monstrous fucksticks the other animatronics are wielding... whereupon Chichi's two-flaps beak opens and she slides those plump rubber lips down over the head of it, starting to suck and work it with a molded rubber tongue as she continues pressing and working her tits around you.\n\nYou shudder at the intense pleasure of the simultaneous blowjob and titjob... and the added thrill of just how bizarre both are... when you feel a segmented robot hand press on the top of your head. You find yourself being turned back towards Felipe, that permasmile almost mocking you as she voiceclips, "Don't be selfish, Papi, give as good as you get!" Before you can protest she's pushing forward, robotic strength brooking no argument as she stuffs her big rubber cock into your mouth.\n\nThere's really nothing you can do... Felipe's both far too strong and far too insistent about wanting to fuck your face. You can feel your jaw forced to open wide and your lips stretch around that fat fake prick of hers as she pushes your head down, then begins making you bob back and forth. You've got to figure the only reason it can slide in so easily is how smooth the surface is, even with those molded veins... it just slips right in despite how wide you have to spread your mouth. And yet... and yet, as Felipe works her hips and presses your head down on her big rubber prick like a common whore, you find yourself mimicking Chichi's sucking and licking on your own, more and more giving in to the strange sexiness of the situation.\n\nYou offer no resistance when Felipe finally pushes your head back and turns it before allowing Boomer to take over the grip, pushing the blunted point of her mock canine cock past your lips and similarly starting to fuck your face with it. Despite Robert's warning of roughness, she's neither particularly hard nor fast... just long, smooth, insistent strokes that give you no real option other than to suck her rubber puppy prick. It's only really a few moments before your head is pulled off and turned again, and this time it's that purely fantastical dragon dildo pushing past your lips and bulging up your throat, the hot pink robot letting out a soundfile-like giggle as she pumps her bright green dino-dong dildo into your facehole.\n\nFelipe has her own fat rubber dick buried down your throat and her molded latex balls on your chin when you cum into Chichi's lipped beak, the animatronic making an audible and obviously prerecorded gulp sound even as most of your surprisingly voluminous load comes dribbling back out from amidst the gaps in and around her mouth flaps and splattered back down onto her shiny white tits. Of course you fairly quickly find out just why you came so much when Chichi stands up and bends over the security console, shaking her ample artificial ass with its little molded chicken tail above it at you and once more displaying her sex toy holes to you, even as the other three are pulling you to your feet and hauling your pants down... a look down finds that your balls have similarly expanded and grown larger. \n\n"Best. Temp. Ever," you can hear Robert declare, albeit muffled. ... Ah, looks like he's been completely enveloped in Chichi's tits.\n\nBut you're quickly distracted again as you're guided forward, one of Boomer's segmented hands wrapping around your enlarged cock and stroking it repeatedly as she guides it forward, pressing the tip between the plump rubber lips of the onahole built into Chichi's crotch. And then they're pushing on your back, your eyes rolling a little as you're buried inside the molded passage, every bit of it apparently designed to milk your cock and all the more intensely for your dick being so obscenely overgrown now. The others don't stop pushing you forward until you're buried completely inside it, and even then they begin using their hands to move you, completely controlling the motion of your body and getting you to pump your hips, slapping them against the bent-over robot's jiggly latex ass as she lets out sounds played straight from Meow-Meow Madison's internet porn videos. The control of your motions only stops when they seem to realize you can't even stop yourself from thrusting your hips now, humping that gleaming white chickenbutt for all you've got, Boomer and B. Awesome both moving to Chichi's sides and bending over the console as well, displaying their own slightly more svelte round asses with puckered anal onaholes above smooth latex leading down to their molded rubber balls and pendulous plastic pricks.\n\nYou know you probably shouldn't be surprised by what comes next, as Felipe's sleek robotic arms slide around you... and her big bulbous dick pushes up between your buttcheeks. Your eyes roll as it pushes inside you, luckily lubed by your own spit and its own smooth near-frictionless surface, stretching your tight, previously virgin flesh and blood passage just as much as you're stretching Chichi's rubber one. You grit your teeth at the feeling of not only having that obscene dildo pushed inside you, but just how big it is... and the intensely pleasurable spots it's hitting. You shudder as Felipe coos in that weird, distorted, discomfiting version of a voice you've cum to so many times, "Mmm, you're so <i>tight</i>, Papi!" right in your ear. Then she begins pumping her hips in that smooth, mechanical motion, as if you were being fucked by one of the motorized dildo-sticks that webcam girls feature on their shows. Your thrusting into Chichi becomes half guided by Felipe's own pumping into you and half by your body's confused drive to thrust forward into the molded tunnel in front of you, slickened with the remnants of the 'special sauce', or to thrust back against the strangely pleasurable feeling of a fat dick stroking into your ass.\n\nJust as you were on the verge of cumming, Felipe stops, pressing her segmented hands to your belly and slowly pulling you out, then shifting one to grip the base of your prick as it spasms and twitches in the air, dripping thick dribbles of pre. "Now now, Papi, got to spread the love," the wicked robot murmurs in your ear, forcing your squirming, edged body still in her arms until you've settled and backed down from the edge of your orgasm. Then she turns you, pushing forward with both hands and the dildo in your ass to push you into B. Awesome's toyhole. You shudder at the even tighter passage stretching around you, groaning at how it grips and sucks you in, Felipe not stopping until you can feel your enlarged, now overfull balls pressing up against the dinosaur animatronic's own ridged rubber ones. This time you hear that giggly, cartoonish voice moaning and watch the smaller tits press against the console with your thrusts, and can faintly see that fantastical glow-in-the-dark dildo swaying between her legs in time with your shaky, assfucking-influenced thrusts. Then, just as you're almost there again, right at the edge, once more Felipe pulls you out the same way, gripping you and forcing you to be still until the moment passes, before instead guiding you into the anal onahole set between Boomer's perky latex asscheeks.\n\nAgain and again Felipe brings you to the edge by letting you fuck one of the other three's tight holes and pumping her own lewd, bulging dildo-dick into your ass, and again and again she pulls you back from the edge and makes you switch to one of the others. For over an hour the leader of the oversexed animatronics tortures you in this sweet, diabolical manner, until it feels like your already enlarged balls have swelled up to half again their increased size from the loads that she's forced you not to spill. But this time when you come to the brink, Felipe suddenly yanks you out of Chichi's rubber pussy and grabs your cock, pumping it at high-speed, her robotic hand almost a blur over your fattened, throbbing prick. Your eyes roll up and your tongue lolls out like a hentai anime girl as your cock gushes again and again, what feels like practically a pint of hot jizz all over Chichi's bouncy ass and the security console. Even as you're cumming, you can feel Felipe's dildo-dick twitching and spasming as well, the feel of that pressing against your inner points and the feel of something thick and slimy flooding your ass only intensifying your orgasm.\n\nYou pant heavily as Felipe pulls out of you and steps back, your cock finally having stopped shooting those impossibly thick blasts of cum and now just dripping, starting to flag slightly. This... this bizarre orgy is too much... you feel like you're going to pass out...\n\n<hr>\n[[Just... relax.|MikeFiesta1x5]]\n\n[[No, you can't!|MikeFiesta2x1]]

You're too lightheaded, you can't focus. Your cock rapidly flags as you wobble in place, and then collapse to the floor, splayed out and limp.\n\n"Awwww, we used him up already!" Chichi's chirpy, crackly e-girl voice declares, your vision soon filled by the animatronic faces looking down at you, their fixed smiles contrasting with the obvious disappointment in their tone.\n\n"That was it? One hour of fuckin' and gettin' fucked's all you're good for, sugar?" Boomer declares in disgust. \n\n"Like, bummer."\n\n"Tch. Well if that's all you're good for, Papi, I think maybe you need an upgrade in your lifestyle," Felipe declares, her seductive look somehow turning smugly sinister with just a slight shift in her plastic eyelids as she raises her head to look at the others. "Get rid of the shirt and socks."\n\nYou're paralyzed half by exhaustion and half by fear now as the other three descend on you, segmented robotic hands grabbing your uniform shirt and tearing it to pieces, B. Awesome yanking your socks off of your feet, in seconds rendering you naked. Felipe grabs you by the wrist and hauls your arm up as she straightens, dragging you along the dirty hallway floor and across the worn childishly-patterned carpet outside. Partway there you rally yourself and start trying to struggle, grabbing at her fingers and yanking, trying to get your feet under you, but it's no use... the animatronic is far too strong, her dragging too smooth and effortless, and the other three are following right up behind, glass and plastic eyes fixed on you, your terror turning their seductive smiles into threatening leers.\n\nYou're pulled down a different hallway, and into an area you think you recognize from the cameras... the maintenance room. "Alright, let's get this limpdick into a suit," Felipe declares, still with the same voice but suddenly dropping much of the seductive manner that it's always had in the videos.\n\n"We have some of the new ones that haven't been fitted around a frame, don't we?" B. Awesome chirps, still with the same cheer as before but now seeming more focused. "Put him in one of those!"\n\n"Good thinkin', hon. They're over there in the corner," Boomer adds, pointing.\n\n"Okay, help me get him in."\n\n"No! Stop, please! I'll, I'll get it up!" you declare, still struggling as they pull you towards the corner, where you can indeed see the outline of the suit. It's fairly large and bulky like one of the originals, but its outside is smoother and more indistinct, and seems to be made of the same stuff your tormenters' current bodies are. In the darkness you can't make out a lot, other than the color, which is-\n\n<hr>\n[[-bright orange.|MikeFiesta]]\n\n[[-dark purple.|MikeFiesta1x6]]

Ignoring your pleas and struggles, the four animatronics grab your arms and legs and lift you up, effortlessly guiding you into the large hole at the top of it, forcing your legs into its and leaning in to push your arms into the appropriate holes. There's a weird sort of gel padding inside the entire thing, just enough to keep you from really moving effectively or trying to climb out once your limbs have been forced into place. You continue to beg and plead as Chichi picks up some sort of animatronic cartoon animal head, your promises of being a good sextoy for your robotic overlords become increasingly unrealistic and fantastical as she draws closer. But none of it stops them from lowering the head over you, completely enclosing you in darkness. You scream muffledly into the animatronic head, feeling it press in all around you, enclose you.\n\nAnd then everything begins to tighten. Your screams grow louder as it feels like you're being crushed, the suit compressing every part of your body. And yet somehow there's no actual <i>pain</i>... it's uncomfortable, but the sensation of helplessness, being unable to move, and being squeezed is driven by panic and not reason, your overwhelmed brain not processing that it doesn't actually hurt. You can feel the suit constricting, forcing your shoulders to narrow, your chest to grow more slender and push outward some, your hips and ass compressed and shifted in shape. Your whole body is growing smaller, shorter, and you can feel your enlarged cock being pressed in against your crotch, forced to flatten out, pressed in until it actually feels like it's been pushed inside you. Similarly as the animatronic head grows closer and closer around you, you can feel something pushing into your ears, forcing its way deeper and deeper inside. You briefly feel a sensation that you can only assume is having something actually touch your brain, before there's a spark and a shock, and every sensation ends.\n\nYou're not sure how much time passes before you open your eyes. ... Actually it's more like they're already open and they just suddenly start working. You're looking out at the dark maintenance room, seeing various benches and shelves containing the materials for upkeeping the restaurant and animatronics. You can see some large crates, as well as four forms with tarps thrown over them... no doubt the bodies your tormenters were using last night. Everything has a weird green, staticy tinge, like old, cheap night vision. You can't move at all, every attempt to shift your body or even speak coming to nothing. ... Is everything bigger? Higher? ... Are you shorter now? What's happened to you?!\n\nThe maintenance room door opens, spilling in light, your vision briefly shifting back to color, albeit muted. The sound of a busy-ish children's restaurant pours in, following a pair of men wearing more standard employee uniforms than the shirt you were previously wearing. You try to call out to them for help, but your mouth is just as immobile as before, not so much as a muffled 'mmf!' escaping from your throat. One of them moves over to the shelves to collect cleaning supplies while the other glances around in a bored fashion, before his eyes fix on you and his expression turns to confusion. "Hey, did we get an actual new 'bot?"\n\n"Huh?" The other glances over, then sets down the carpet cleaner and brush he'd picked up and walks over, the both of them standing in front of you and looking down. You probably barely come up to their shoulders, only heightening your shock and confusion at what's happened to you. "Wow, that one looks way, way better than the old ones. Are they actually getting new animatronics? Think they'd splurge on some new carpet before that."\n\n"Maybe they're waiting for whatever surge of business they think this will bring in," the other snorts derisively. "Man, this one's actually kinda cute, though. Looks kinda familiar?"\n\n"Hm, yeah, that's... oh hey, isn't that Mimi Minitaco?"\n\n"Shit <i>that</i> one? They've definitely revamped her look if this is the new one! Plus those minitacos were actually pretty good, hope they're bringing those back."\n\n"Well, whatever, I'm sure Gary will tell us about it when we're supposed to put it out or whatever. Or not. C'mon, that puke isn't going to clean itself up."\n\n'Mimi Minitaco?!' you think in shock as the door is closed, your vision once again going green-tinted and staticy as you're left immobile in the darkness again. You try to calm down and wrack your brain... yeah, yeah you vaguely remember that character, which did come out with a new minitaco menu item. One of the chain's attempts to introduce actual kid characters into their roster, or more like what would be called 'tweens' now. Of course the problem was that with the bulbous animatronics the restaurants made, trying to recreate childlike proportions made them outright nightmarish even when they were brand new, resulting in a lot of wailing kids. Mimi and her cadre were quickly retired, along with the crunchy little minitacos that she was named for. But what does that have to do with you?!\n\nYou look around, at least able to direct your gaze to different angles without moving. You finally spot what looks like a large glass jar full of nuts and bolts that's shiny enough to show your reflection. You focus on it, and are shocked and not a little weirded out when you get the 'enhance' feature like a computer on TV. But it's enough to show you what's obviously your own reflection, albeit rendered only in green monochrome. You... you're an animatronic! If anything an even smoother, sleeker-looking animatronic than the ones from last night, with less obvious joints around your points of articulation, and what seems to be a more expressive face, although it's purely in 'neutral' right now. You're also a short anthropomorphic catgirl, lightly-endowed chest covered by a short-sleeved, midriff-baring hoodie top in addition to little (very short) shorts. It looks like you're probably wearing some sort of thigh-high stockings too, but that's as much as you can make out.\n\n'What did they do to me?!' you wail silently, yet again unable to so much as groan. You stand there in the silent dark, alternately furiously thinking, trying to force your body to move, and just panicking and screaming silently.\n\nEventually the door opens again, but this time it's only the grinding of aged, dying motors and the shift of different types of frayed cloth that enters, the outside dim. You do a bit more internal screaming at the horrifying sight of the battered animatronics moving completely of their own accord, watching as they shuffle over to the tarp-draped forms and yank the coverings off, revealing the newer, lewder models with their massive tits and jutting cocks. You tremble without moving as you watch them take turns opening panels on the backs of each other's heads, yanking out squarish black boxes and causing the animatronic bodies to spasm and slump. Light glows in the pupils of the newer animatronics as the squares are slotted into the backs of their own heads, animated enough to reach up and swing their own panels closed. Eventually all four are gathered around, staring down at you.\n\n"Well, 'Papi', how do you like your new look, hm? Oh, you haven't actually gotten a good look, have you? Well, we'll fix that soon. Hey, turn on the light."\n\nThe switch is flicked, and color returns to the world, and the horrible robotic creatures around you. "Nothin' to say fer yourself, sugar?" Boomer demands, leaning in, plastic eyelids sliding down in an attempt to recreate a narrow-eyed expression.\n\n"Like, we left her hard-switched to power-save mode, guys," B. Awesome speaks up. \n\n"Oh, right." Boomer leans in, latex tits pressing against your immobile face as she reaches around behind you. You can just barely feel the pressure of her hands touching along your back... and around the base of something attached to your lower back? And then the sensations clear up, becoming much more 'lifelike' albeit still like you're feeling them through a very thin film of latex, as you actually feel something click and energy surge through your body, allowing you to let out a shriek and throw yourself backwards against the wall, your tail(?!) lashing.\n\n"Aw, someone's a jumpy li'l gato," Felipe coos in a mocking tone, all of them letting out various laughs as you whip your head back and forth, hearing the faint 'vrr' of motors every time you do.\n\n"What's going on?! What did all of you do to me?!" Your eyes widen at the sound that comes out, your hands snapping up to cover your throat and mouth, yet again the faint sound of motors activating following every movement you make. That wasn't your voice?! That sounded like... actually that kind of sounded like that orange alien with the glowing eyes on a cartoon you saw half an episode of years back!\n\n"We put you in one of the new next-gen animatronic suits. Very adaptable, aren't they?" Felipe explains, the smug tone of her voice yet again turning that fixed seductive smile into a condescending leer. "You can use them with anything... the old original frames, mannequins... turns out, even people. Well, not that you're a 'people' anymore."\n\n"No no no no no!" you stammer in that cartoonish voice that's not yours, looking down at yourself and seeing the violently neon green hoodie top and pale khaki shorts, white thigh-highs and lime green high-tops, all over dark purple latex skin with uniform black stripes curling around your sides. "This is impossible, this can't be happening!"\n\n"Little late for all that, don't you think?" Chichi asks, one hand on her wide hip and the other giving a little flick through the air. "Should've thought of that before your dick started writing checks it couldn't cash. So, we collect an overdraft fee, and you go from 'Daddy' to 'Sis'."\n\n"That's right, sugar, you're one of us now," Boomer adds with a soundfile of a snicker as you grasp the sides of your head, your new ears giving a mechanical twitch. "Well, not one of 'us', since we're either first-gens or these Brothel Models depending on the time of day."\n\n"Mm-hm! Like, these bodies were totally designed for nothing but the nasty, y'know?" B. Awesome adds with a giggle soundfile, tucking her hands behind her head to pose with tits jutted out and cock presented for inspection. "So too bad, so sad, we can't wear 'em during the day! But you're a brand new model from The Factory! You're made for entertaining the kiddos during the day, and entertaining the pervy dads at night, get?"\n\n"You better start adjusting to it," Felipe says, pointing at you as you shrink in on yourself (which has already experienced considerable shrinkage as it is). "Your old life is over. You live this life now. Six to ten, stand around and watch the crew get ready for opening. Ten to eight-thirty, entertain the kiddos, which mostly involves suffering their abuse and acting happy about it while their parents bitch about how much they hate it here and how stupid we look. Eight-thirty to ten, stand in silence and watch the crew clean up and leave. Ten to twelve, stand immobile in the dark. Your <i>only</i> time that's your own now is from midnight to six AM, when we can roam. If we stay in our old bodies most of the time we act creepy, because..." There's a pause, Felipe's eyelids lowering. "Why <i>do</i> we act so fuckin' creepy even when there's not a temp around to watch us?"\n\nThe other three shrug in near-unison. You're actually starting to feel a little more confused than terrified, this is all just so <i>surreal</i>. Felipe shrugs with a little whirr of motors, then points at you again. "But midnight to six, those are our hours. We fuck with the temps, or we fuck each other, or we do whatever we want. Better start getting used to it. Now... if you <i>do</i> wanna start getting used to it, we're going to meet up in the main area in about an hour to have some fun on the stage. We'll give you that long to come to grips with things. If not... well, do whatever. Midnight to six is personal time, the only demand we'll make is that you stay out of our way and don't fuck up our own fun."\n\nWith that, Felipe turns and walks back out of the maintenance room, the other four following after her. You stand there, trembling slightly, hearing a faint mechanical clatter with the motion that only reinforces that you're apparently not even human anymore. What are you going to do?!\n\n<hr>\n[[You're gonna get out of here!|MikeFiesta1x7]]\n\n[[You're gonna... be a good little kitty.|MikeFiesta]]

You take off running, shoving the partly-open door out of your way and racing down the hall, doing your best to ignore the robotic sound your body makes when moving now. You zip through the edge of the main room, latex tail flailing behind you as you hurry down the back hallway, ignoring the glowing red 'Emergency Exit' sign and instead ducking into the security office. "Robert! Robert, you've gotta help me!"\n\n"Oh, hey there, Mimi," the metal skull answers cheerfully, servos turning him towards you a bit. "Wow, you're lookin' pretty cute, not my type and all but wow, those newest animatronic outer layers are something else!"\n\n"Dammit my name is <i>not</i> Mimi, it's Mimi!" you snap back with a stomp of a sneakered foot, your fists clenched at your hips. Then you blink, the smooth latex covering your tail gleaming in the low light as it lifts. "W-what? No, my name's Mimi!" Your pupils whirr to widen your eyes as you blurt out, "My name's Mimi! No, no, it's not, my name's Mimi! <i>Mimi Minitaco</i>! Ah dammit!" you wail, whirling around and clutching your head. "Oh Chri-" You feel a jolt pass through the inside of your neck, actually feeling feedback pass across circuits and wires, the alien sensation sending you staggering to lean on a wall.\n\n"Whooooa, easy there, easy," the disembodied skull on the desk says, voice surprisingly gentle. "Calm down. Take a few deep-... ah, right, you don't now, do you. Hm, well, just calm down."\n\n"... Roberrrrt," you whine, turning back to him. "What did they do to me?"\n\n"Like I said, they put you in the newest animatronic suit. Apparently they're designed to 'upgrade' whatever old frame they're put on to work with the new suit... guess it works on humans too. Hey, don't tell me that's impossible, you should have figured out by now that all of this is impossible," he adds as you open your mouth, then close it again with a soft whirr. "Listen, from here, you read as one of the animatronics, plain and simple. No humans registered in the building. That's just how it is."\n\n"There has to be something I can do," you moan, trying to ignore the weird feeling of your tail lashing and your ears drooping, or that you're starting to realize you're getting a notification of the motor movements every time a servo moves. "I have to get out of here, at least!"\n\n"Heheh. Why didn't you just go out the door, hmm?"\n\nYou open your mouth, then let it snap closed, realizing you really did entirely ignore the emergency exit outside. Hurrying back out, you step over to it and put both hands on the handle and shove, only to find it won't move. You try again and realize that no... it's not that the handle isn't moving, it's that your arms lock up completely and go motionless every time you try to push on it. You switch to pushing on the door itself, but the same thing... any attempt to open it just results in your body suddenly ceasing its attempt. Drooping, you turn around and make your way back into the security office. "... I can't leave?"\n\n"Sorry, no, the animatronics are programmed not to try and leave the building. Even if you could, where would you go? You're a four foot eight purple latex catgirl robot with no money and no one who'd believe you about all this. And I guarantee you that changing back wouldn't be as simple as finding a zipper on that suit... you're just different now, simple as that."\n\n"There has to be some way to change back!" you protest, wracking your brain again. "Like... whoever made this stupid suit would know! I could find them!"\n\nRobert is actually silent for a long time. Then he says, "You don't want to go to The Factory, kid."\n\n"The Factory? Wait, the others mentioned that, it's where they and this thing were made, isn't it?! Obviously I wanna go there!"\n\n"You don't. There's no one there who can help you, or that would," he says, his tone actually dark instead of the usual unflappable cheer.\n\n"..." You actually feel a shudder rattle through your changed body at the way he says it. "I mean... what do you even mean? What's wrong with it?"\n\n"I don't know. Honest, kid, no idea. Every animatronic out here in the wider world knows we were made in The Factory, but we don't remember being there. But I'll tell you this, since I don't have a body clouding up my judgement... all the weird and creepy shit? Everything you've seen and been through up to this point? The insanity? That's all due to the stuff that's laid down at The Factory. The quirks and drives that push the animatronics to do shit like they did to you, it comes from there."\n\n"I thought you said it came from... just time and built-up quirks of programming," you murmur, hugging yourself a bit.\n\n"That's where they get the personality they show, and a lot of the individual quirks and behaviors, but the base <i>drive</i> to do weird, evil shit? Nah, that was always buried in there from day one. You do <i>not</i> want to go to the Factory. My advice? Just calm down, be reasonable, and maybe learn to enjoy your new life as much as you can. It's only six hours of relative freedom a day, but hey, that's more than some people get!"\n\nSulkily you turn and walk out of the office, mechanical ears drooped and latex tail dragging on the ground. Is that really your only option...? You stop by the emergency door and try giving it another shove, but just like before your body freezes up and refuses to move the handle so much as a millimeter. Is there really no way out, to try and find a way to return to normal...?\n\n<hr>\n[[You can't see one right now.|MikeFiesta]]\n\n[[Maybe there <i>is</i> a way...|MikeFiesta1x8]]

"Uh, well... I mean if those things are gonna go crazy, I guess I'd rather they were trying to fuck me than eat me?" you mutter, since you're not exactly thrilled about either. \n\n"Good choice, good choice," Robert answers in an approving tone. "Plus you'll get a little longer while they get ready."\n\n"Uh... get ready?" You're distracted by a beeping from the clock as it clicks over to midnight, just staring at it for a few moments before looking back at the camera... and realizing that all of the animatronics have left the stage. "Holy shit!" you blurt. You'd already started to believe, but that sudden empty stage on the monitor has convinced you. "Where'd they go?!"\n\n"Well I set them to 'horny' so they're probably in the maintenance room getting ready."\n\nYou turn the dial on the camera controls several times, until it lights up with a view of a barely-lit room with some tables, visible tools, and what you think are a few suits without anything in them. You can just barely see some shadowy, inhuman forms moving around at the edges of the camera, and after a moment of feeling like you really don't want to know what they're doing, you can't help but lean forward and squint, trying to make it out.\n\n"It looks like they've got..."\n\n<hr>\n[["... sex toys?"|MikeFiesta]]\n\n[["... more animatronics?"|MikeFiesta1x2]]

"Oh yeah, those got shipped here awhile back, from one of the other locations," Robert answers as you try to get a better look. "Different versions of the same ones. I don't think the staff ever even unpacked them, too much work, but the animatronics did. They're probably switching their hard drives over to those bodies, they're a bit more suited for the 'horny' stuff."\n\nYou see one of the shadowy forms move a bit more into the frame of the camera. It's still mostly in shadow, not quite complete, but it's obviously nonhuman... you think from the big round things atop the head it's probably Felipe. Except the shadowy form is obviously much more feminine, with a slender waist, round hips, and obvious breasts. "Uh... those new bodies certainly are..."\n\n<hr>\n[["... jiggly."|MikeFiesta]]\n\n[["... hung."|MikeFiesta]]\n\n[["... extreme."|MikeFiesta1x3]]

"What the hell's with the proportions on those?" you mutter, eyes widening some. You'd just been able to make out the curve of breasts and hips before, but now that you're learning to pick out shapes amidst the shadows, you can see it's far more extreme than you'd originally thought. The breasts are huge, even the smallest ones bigger than your head, and the things jutting from the fronts of their crotches are... yikes. They'd make most porn stars look modestly hung!\n\n"Yeah you're definitely gonna wanna be on your guard, bucko," Robert suddenly speaks up, snapping you out of the slack-jawed staring you'd been doing. "You're gonna be in real danger if they catch you."\n\n"Uh, yeah, I mean... those things are huge," you answer, still kind of stunned as you watch several of the new and lewdly-proportioned animatronics twitch and shudder, starting to come to some weird semblance of life (and making their tits jiggle and cocks wobble in the process).\n\n"Nah, nah, you'd almost certainly survive that... you'd be surprised just what sort of penetrations people can take, hoo boy I've seen some shit," Robert chuckles, metal skull actually shifting back and forth slightly on its little servos before continuing. "Nah, I mean, they still totally might kill you on purpose. Or do something... else. That still basically amounts to killing you, so."\n\nYou jerk a little in place. "What?! Hey, I thought the whole point of setting these things to 'Horny' was that they weren't going to kill me!"\n\n"I never said that, muchacho. In fact I said they still play rough. Specifically, in this state, if you can't get it up for them or make at least some pretenses of participating in their romps, they'll likely get upset. And you don't want them upset."\n\nYou stare at Robert, before your gaze is drawn back to the monitor by more sudden, rapid movement. You realize none of the animatronics is in the maintenance room anymore, and start desperately cycling the camera through. You catch a rush of motion, big boobs bouncing just as much as the jutting monolith of a bulging dick, and quickly slap both door closed buttons just in time to see a flash of pale brown go past one of the windows. There's a <i>thud</i> from the door on that side which had just barely been able to closed, followed by a moment of silence... and then a strange voice speaks up. Strange in part because there's a very faint distortion to it along with some 'tearing' like a sound file being played with too little memory or over bad speakers, and yet the faint crackling makes it almost seem like it's the sound that's distorted and not its source, though you're not even sure how your brain is making that distinction.\n\n"Awwww, sugar, c'mon and lemme in! We can have us a real fun hootenanny!"\n\nThe voice itself sounds... actually you know that voice, it sounds like a girl from a porno movie you watched when you weren't much more than a kid. You snuck a VHS out of your dad's collection and would watch it when your parents weren't home. She was a starlet whose thing was doing the 'Southern belle' act and putting on a thick, overdone accent to go with it. It's... incredibly creepy to think of it coming out of some weird oversexed animatronic. You just sit exactly where you are for a moment, definitely not replying, and after a moment there's a scurrying sound and you can see the distinctive outline of a fast-moving and oversexed shape run past the window again.\n\nYou check the monitor to confirm that both the hallway and the main room seem to be clear, then allow the door to open... on that side. You luckily remember to not release the other door prematurely, instead redirecting the monitor... and realizing that it shows another animatronic right up against the window. Your eyes widening, you yank your head to the side, muffling a scream as you realize it really is literally pressing up against the window. It's the Chichi Chalupa robot... or some version of her. This one's actually weirdly pristine and shiny all over, as if it were coated in a layer of white latex. The comb atop its head is longer and drapes over to the side more stylishly, making it look more like a punk hairstyle than anything, and luscious, overfull lips applied to the outer area of her cute little beak. And this model's definitely been designed with much cuter head proportions, and the body... well. Slim shoulders, a waspish waste, even apparently curvy thick legs. And the tits... yeah, you remember seeing that one of the models in the maintenance room had tits much bigger than the others, and that must have been Chichi. They're pressed up against the glass, obviously squeezable and yielding by just how much they've flattened, the stiff pink molded nubs capping them pressed into the latex. She's... it's?... shaking its wide hips, managing to show off an ass that's similarly bigger than the others... and its own lack of anything extra down there, apparently different in also being the only 'custom' animatronic to be all female in form.\n\n"C'mon, Daddy, let me iiiiiin!" You're pretty sure you've heard that porn star's voice before too... though again it's presented with that sort of background distortion and 'tearing' as the other. Specifically this one belonged to an actress with proportions entirely inverse from Chichi's current ones, a high, overly saccharine 'baby girl' sort of actress from online. "Let's plaaaay! Don't you wanna plaaaay with Chichi's big fat chalupas?"\n\n"... Why... do they talk like that?" you murmur, torn between your gaze being held by the sight in front of you (for a lot of reasons) and trying to check the monitor for the opposite hallway to make sure they're not using distraction voices.\n\n"You mean why does she sound like Meow-Meow Madison? No clue my dude," Robert replies, his skull having turned towards the window. You can't help but pick up that he's leering more than usual despite the lack of lips. "I could tell you a lot about the old animatronics, but these ones were definitely made by someone in the last couple of years, and the hard drives don't get moved to them that often. They're pretty much a mystery. Sexy one, though!"\n\n"C'mon Daddy~!" the Chichi animatronic whines in its modulated, too-sugary voice, turning around and bending forward, instead pressing its generous ass to the window, showing that it yields just as easily as the tits. Your eyes bug just a little at the sight of a very thoroughly-molded and plump-looking artificial pussy getting rubbed up against the glass, as well as a rubber pucker that looks identical to the ridiculously top-end masturbation sleeve you saw online while fantasy shopping. "Chichi's holes and boobies are lonely without Daddy's dick! Chichi's got some of her special saaaauce, let's play!" it adds, raising one articulated hand with visible black between the joints and waggling what looks like a restaurant table ketchup bottle that's been painted pink with sparkly hearts on it.\n\n<hr>\n[[... Yeah no way...|MikeFiesta]]\n\n[[Could we... just let THAT one in?|MikeFiesta]]\n\n[[DADDY'S HERE!|MikeFiesta1x4]]

A thought dawns on you. Turning, you hurry back into the security office. "Hey! Robert!"\n\n"Yeah, kid?" he replies in a tolerant tone.\n\n"You know how when you said you could switch the animatronics between hungry and horny?"\n\n"With a bit of help from a programming switch written by a now deceased temp, yeah."\n\n"You can switch other things in an animatronic's programming, right?" you put your now small and delicate, faintly segmented hands on the desk in front of him. "Like, could you switch off the programming that keeps me in here?"\n\n"... I dunno, kid," Robert hedges, glowing red eyes actually sliding to the side. "I don't think that's such a good idea. I mean, you know what animatronics are like, even if you used to be human you're still an animatronic now, I dunno that letting you loose on the populace is such a good idea. I mean, no particular animus towards you or obligation to the world, mind, but piss someone off and they come back here, look too close, things-"\n\n"I'll take you with me," you interrupt.\n\n"... Eh?"\n\n"I'll take you with me." You lean in closer. "I can, right? All I really have to do is disconnect you from the desk?"\n\n"Uh. I mean." You actually seem to have shocked him with that, his eye-lights shutting off and coming back on in imitation of a blink. "Over the years I've had enough upgrades that yeah, that's pretty easy. I dunno that I wanna leave, but-"\n\n"Oh c'mon you were begging for stimulation earlier," you wheedle, squirming your pert robot butt in the air, animatronic tail flitting back and forth. "It's gotta be dull in here, right? Don't you wanna see what it's like outside?"\n\n"... I mean. You <i>were</i> the most amusing temp we had in years, and you wound up being a one-nighter," Robert admits. "So yeah it can be pretty damn dull around here. ... You're not still hell-bent on going to The Factory, are you? 'Cause like I said, that's bad news."\n\n"Look we can figure out where to go when we're <i>out</i>," you insist. "If you really don't wanna go there we can figure out something else before I go there myself. But think about it, we both leave and we both get what we want, or we stay here forever and nothing changes until the place finally has a very profitable fire for the owner."\n\nThat seems to have pretty much decided him. "Top right drawer, there's a screwdriver, unbolt me and be careful about unplugging the wires."\n\nExcitedly, your tail flicking with all its motorpower, you yank open the drawer and pull out the screwdriver. "Uh?" you say, glancing at the coating of slightly chunky dark brown on it.\n\n"One of the previous temps got a little overstimulated by the others pulling their spooky stuff," Robert says breezily.\n\n"... Huh." For some reason not feeling all that bothered, you quickly undo the screws holding Robert to the desk, following his instructions about undoing the wires. "And you're still connected to all of us?"\n\n"Yeah, I've got wifi, and so do all the more modern animatronic bodies. Still, you sure about this, kid? Like I said, you're gonna be one little catbot all alone in the world."\n\n<hr>\n[[You'll have to risk it.|MikeFiesta]]\n\n[[... Maybe not alone...|MikeFiesta1x9]]

When you think about it, what you want to try is a really big task, especially since you are so small and there's only one of you... and that one of you has to carry Robert besides. You could use some extra hands. ... Hm. "Actually... I think we should take the others with us," you say, tucking him under your arm as you head back into the hallway.\n\n"Seriously?"\n\n"Yeah, I think we'll need the help, however this goes. Besides, I know the way to motivate them. I think."\n\nYou head back into the main area of the restaurant, and find that apparently the quartet has gotten off to an early start. Chichi is bent over a table, latex tits pillowed against it, playing the exact same recorded sex moans as last night as B. Awesome thrusts into her from behind, and she strokes off Boomer and Felipe to either side of her. You stand watching for a moment, realizing that you apparently can't blush in this body, before clearing your throat. "Um. Everyone? Hey? ... Felipe? Boomer?" you call, your face motors whirring into a frown as you're ignored. "... Hey ASSHOLES!"\n\nThat certainly gets them all to instantly stop, Felipe and Boomer turning towards you, their cocks wobbling as they're pulled from Chichi's grip and pointing at you almost threateningly. "Ohhh, little sister perhaps wants an attitude adjustment, hm?"\n\n"I'll get the screwdriver, sugar," Boomer drawls. Then there's a little click as her plastic eyelids flutter down and back up. "Hey, speakin' of the screwdriver, what're you doing with Robert?"\n\n"I've got something I think we should do," you answer, trying to keep your artificially cute and girlish voice calm.\n\n"You've been one of us for less than a day and you want to try ordering us around?" Felipe scoffs.\n\n"Oh, lighten up, Fel, it sounds like she just has a thought, is all," Chichi suggests, B. sliding out of her to allow her to straighten up. "She <i>is</i> one of us now, so we might as well listen."\n\nFelipe tilts her head since that's apparently the closest she can get to rolling her eyes. "Oh fine. What is it, gato?"\n\n"How would you like to get out of here?"\n\nThat certainly seems to get their attention, the simultaneous sound of servos whirring coming as their backs all straighten. "What do you mean?"\n\n"I mean, I want to get out of here and find out how to go back to being human. And it sounds like <i>you</i> hate this routine and only getting to choose between broken-down old bodies or ones that are only good for sex."\n\nThis time the four of them exchange a glance, before glass and plastic eyes all swing back to focus on you. "Go on," Felipe says slowly, apparently hooked now.\n\n"The way I figure it, anyone who could get this thing off of me and turn me back into a human could probably either make you new bodies or fix up your current ones to be more to your liking."\n\n"But, like, we can't even leave, y'know?" B. points out, folding her arms under her big pink tits.\n\n"Robert will shut off that part of our programming, we can all just walk out the door."\n\nAnother exchanged glance. Felipe sounds dubious this time as she asks, "You don't have a problem with that? Turning us loose on the other humans, maybe, after what we did to you?"\n\n... Huh. Weirdly the thought had never crossed your mind. And even weirder, now that it has, it doesn't actually bother you. However, since you don't know that you wanna waste time fretting about it, you just shrug in answer.\n\n"Hm. And what do you say about all this, Robert? You've always been one of the obstacles to us leaving, after all."\n\n"Yeah but that's when you assholes were gonna leave my pretty metal cranium here to deal with the consequences," the skull under your arm replies easily. "The new kid's taking me with, so I'm good."\n\nFelipe lets out a brief mutter of what you assume is rather vulgar Spanish followed by a hiss of "<i>That's</i> all we needed to do?" Then she nods slowly. "Alright, gato. We'll... listen to your ideas on this. But don't forget, we're animatronics from Fast Felipe's, and <i>I'm</i> Fast Felipe," she adds, thumbing towards herself. "I have the last say on any decisions."\n\n"Fine," you say with a sigh, before glancing down. "Robert, are we ready to go?"\n\n"One sec." His eyelights flicker briefly, before he says, "Yup, shut down the switch that keeps you on premises."\n\nYou glance at the others, briefly wondering if they should change bodies. ... No, probably not, even as ridiculously sexual as their current bodies are, they're still way less scary and standout than the others. You walk over to the nearest emergency exit, putting your free hand on the handle and taking a deep... oh. Right. No breath. But you lean and push, and this time the handle depresses and the door swings open.\n\nYou step out into an alleyway, looking around in slight wonder, despite the fact that you saw this passing by just yesterday. The other animatronics look even more stunned as they make their way out one by one, looking somehow both more ridiculous and more intimidating with their jutting dicks and megatits standing in a dark alleyway instead of the decrepitly cheerful setting of the restaurant.\n\n"We're... outside," Chichi squeals softly, clasping her hands to the sides of her beak.\n\n"Yeah! ... Yeah. ... Okay, what now though?" Felipe says in a worried tone, before clearing her throat... which sounds like sending a brief gargle of static across speakers. "I mean, this was your idea, gato, so... what's your idea now?"\n\nAh, your fearless leader. Finding you can just barely roll your eyes, you nevertheless consider. Your first move needs to be...\n\n<hr>\n[[Getting some clothes.|MikeFiesta]]\n\n[[Getting some money.|MikeFiesta]]\n\n[[Getting some transportation.|MikeFiesta]]

It's kind of wild just thinking about participating in one of those 'see who gets the inheritance' challenges. Obviously every horror movie you've ever seen tells you it's a bad idea to go to a supposedly haunted house with a bunch of other people and see which of you is the last one standing, but those are movies... this is probably just some whim of Archibald's that he thought would be good for a laugh. Since you weren't exactly expecting to inherit anything anyway, you don't see any harm in having a try for the whole enchilada as opposed to just part... it sounds like you can leave at any time you want. "I guess I'll take the challenge, then," you respond. \n\n"Very well then, I'll have a travel packet messengered over to you by the end of the day."\n\nAfter that it falls to you to call your mother and let her know where you'll be going. As you could have predicted, she's not terribly happy about the idea of you going on some stunt like this with no set end date, and you wind up having to promise her that you'll leave the house in plenty of time to get back for next semester. (Of course, as far as you know there's no real way she could enforce that promise and make you do it, but you wisely don't point that out.) Instead you look through the information packet when it arrives. It's got pretty much everything... set up car rides to and from the airport, plane tickets, even a map of the area where the house is... though yeah, it basically seems to be a map of the middle of nowhere, for all the good that will do. Who builds these houses with nothing for a hundred miles around? ... Well, people that like their privacy, you guess. \n\nThe day comes, and you take a town car ride to the airport, where you fly first class... definitely swanky, apparently your uncle spared no expense accounts for his little stunt. The driver at your arrival looks rather more put-upon than the one at your departure... but you guess you'd feel that way too if you had to drive someone for over two hours into the country. You several times consider starting up a conversation after the polite exchange of perfunctory pleasantries at the start, but it always feels a bit like you might be imposing on him. What if he's already aggravated about having to do this drive and you trying to chat with him just makes it worse? So you decide to stay on the safe side and leave him alone, spending your time either fiddling with your phone (you're not terribly shocked when you lose service about an hour in) or watching the fields and trees and occasional tall hills (or small mountains?) go by.\n\nFinally you pass over a stone bridge and make your way down a winding, but well-packed dirt road, until the car pulls up to a stop in front of a somewhat dilapidated but rather large old house.\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/Ot6vbmA.jpg>\n\nThe driver gets out and helps you with your bag out of the trunk, but is rather quick to get back in and turn the car around. Geez, you'd figure the guy would at least want to stretch his legs before another two hour drive. But before you can suggest that, you're distracted by the front door opening and someone descending the steps, coming across the lawn. She looks around your mother's age, maybe a bit younger, wearing a neat black skirt-suit, her blonde hair done in a short braid that nevertheless drapes over one shoulder, and a pair of red glasses perched on her nose.\n\n<img src=images/uVtYMTY.jpg>\n\n"You must be Austin. We spoke on the phone, my name is Mrs. Andrews, I'm the executor of your great-uncle Archibald's estate and the overseer for all the little events like this."\n\n"Overseer? Is that why you're here instead of at the airport or something?" you ask, glancing after the car.\n\n"In part, but also because I am one of the seven contestants for winning your great-uncle's estate." She smiles pleasantly at your surprised expression. "There's no need to be shocked. Your great-uncle had a fair number of favorites, and I did quite a bit of work on his various legal necessities. In fact I'm rather surprised he narrowed it down to only seven people as having the chance at winning the majority of his estate. Still, having overseen his endeavors for so many years, it would certainly be rewarding for them to become my own, so please don't expect me to quit early."\n\n"Heh. I guess I can understand that." You nod to her. "So, Mrs. Andrews-"\n\n"Adrian is fine, we may be cohabitating for quite some time, after all."\n\nYou nod again, though you find it difficult to imagine calling someone so obviously more mature than you by their first name casually. "Is everyone else here?"\n\n"Indeed. They should all be loitering about here and there, finding them should be relatively simple. Shall we...?"\n\n<hr>\n(The contestant options are not branch choices, you can choose them freely or skip them if you've already played this storyline.)\n\n[[Find the first contestant.|AusHH1x1a]]\n\n[[Find the second contestant.|AusHH1x1b]]\n\n[[Find the third contestant.|AusHH1x1c]]\n\n[[Find the fourth contestant|AusHH1x1d]]\n\n[[Find the fifth contestant.|AusHH1x1e]]\n\n[[Actually I already know everybody.|AusHH1x2]]

Deciding that you may as well begin with the property that's closest to home, you inform Denise and have her begin reviewing which students would be good to take along. A few days later you drive a rented van up to the front area of the school, looking over the assembled group.\n\nThere's Denise, of course, pretty and a bit monochrome as always, with her slightly pale skin, long black hair, black-rimmed spectacles, black turtleneck, white skirt, and black shoes. She's about thirty or so (you know her actual age, you swear, it's just that you can never seem to summon it up when you want it), and has been your personal assistant for years.\n\nThere's Tyrese, from the football team. Not quite enough game time to be a star, not quite enough bench time to be a nobody. Long braids, strong jaw, canny eyes. He's not stupid and he generally does decently in your class, but with the new coach's academic guidelines "decent" isn't good enough so he needs some extra credit. You think he's a running back or something like that, since he's not massive like a front-liner. You admittedly don't follow most sports too closely, rock climbing and archery are more your sort of thing.\n\nThere's also Scott, from... nothing you're aware of. As far as you know he seems to spend most of your class using his netbook, and not to take notes. Short scruffy hair, beard stubble, bored expression. Flunking out if he doesn't get some extra credit soon, and wouldn't it be a shame if he lost access to the high speed internet in the dorms?\n\nThen there's Vera. From your classes. Always your classes. Short plain hair, round thick-rimmed glasses, oversized sweater. Very sweet girl, extremely intelligent and attentive, but a little bit of a suckup and a wannabe teacher's pet.\n\n"Well, I hope everyone's ready for this trip," you announce, glancing around at the bags and hoping there's plenty of room for them in the van.\n\n"Hey, Prof, don't forget to leave a dollar coin on the statue," Tyrese says, thumbing towards the nearby bronze statue of a balding man in Elizabethan style clothing.\n\n"What's that?"\n\n"Oh, it's a longstanding tradition. Or superstition, depending on how you prefer to look at it," Vera says, adjusting her glasses. "Whenever a univeristy staffmember takes students on a trip, they're supposed to leave a dollar coin at the toe of the statue of the university's founder, Atticus Crosswall. It's supposed to bless you with good fortune... oh, and some versions say curse you if you don't."\n\nNow that you hear it, you <i>do</i> remember something about those legends. Just that you've always associated it with sports coaches, they being a superstitious lot and being the ones who most often take students on trips. You think you might have a Sacagewea dollar on you... but then again, do you really want to let silly superstitions push you around and cost you a buck?\n\n<hr>\n[[Leave a dollar.|Goethe]]\n\n[[Leave nothing.|GoetheB1x1]]

Sitting on your ass and staring at security monitors for six hours a night sounds like relaxing, easy money. Surely the bit about "courage" is just because it will be dark and quiet in the restaurant after hours... not something you're unfamiliar with, you've done this sort of gig before. You write the temp agency back telling them you'll take the Fast Felipe's job, then go to shower and shave. A quick drive to the agency to pick up your uniform (consisting of a logo-bedecked grey hat and an obviously used overshirt reading 'Security' on the pocket), the keys, and sign some contracts, and you settle in to wait for the time to head over.\n\nOnce you enter the restaurant, it's obvious it's been officially closed for awhile. The smell of old, cheap Mexican food and cleaning agents lingers in the air from the obviously recently-departed cleaning staff. There's not a soul in the building, or at least none that answer your calls. Shrugging, you move around to the various entrances and exits, insuring that they're locked. You have to admit, it's kind of creepy in here with almost all of the lights off, nothing but the occasional dim running light to provide just enough illumination for you to not bump into anything. The outdated, bordering on antique arcade cabinets are silent and dark as you pass through the main entertainment room, pausing briefly to look up at the stage.\n\nThere's the main attraction, Fast Felipe and his Feisty Friends. The animatronics are obviously old and rather worn, with the chain having fallen on hard times, unable to revamp the characters regularly like a lot of the competition. So the mascots are not only rather dirty-looking, the molded foam material stained here and there, in some places even torn enough to show bits and pieces of robot endoskeleton, but they're horribly outdated in style. Fast Felipe is from such a more accepting time he's probably bordering on full-out racist by some standards nowadays... a fat Mexican mouse with a sombrero and handlebar mustache, a pair of bullet bandoliers slung across his chest. The section of his padding that forms his large gut has separated from the rest of his body somewhat, the cloth stretched and even ripped here and there, making it look more like a beer gut than jolly plumpness.\n\nYou're pretty sure that during the chain's hayday, they added a bunch of characters, but this place can obviously only afford to keep three besides Felipe running. There's Chichi Chalupa, who's obviously meant to be a chicken, her white exterior showing a number of dark stains, the red rubber comb flopping to one side from the top of her head having a lot of nicks and what looks like a bitemark taken out of it (geez, kids can chew through anything, like rats). You're pretty sure the colorful Mexican poncho reading "100% White Meat!" is newer than the original animatronic, but it's worn and stained too, though you notice it falls over a rather voluptuous (and yet still chicken-like) figure. To Felipe's other side is Boomer the Hound Dog, a dog character in denim overalls that are undone on one side, a piece of plastic straw jutting from one side of his mouth. Time has worn the already droopy features in more, cloth and foam that have lost their firmness making him look positively morose... though in the deep shadows now cast on his face, it's more like he's glowering angrily down at you. The fuzzy sheath that once covered his tail has been lost, with someone having jammed a large cork on the tip of it as the only apparent attempt to keep any kids from putting their eye out running into him. And in the back is probably the newest animatronic, the last one added before the whole franchise hit the skids: B. Awesome Dinosaur. You're not sure if the B. stands for something masculine or feminine, in this case... the hot pink color (faded into a more pastel shade now) would make you lean towards, like, "Betty", but then the obvious character influence would shift you towards... a guy's name starting with B. Built with more points of articulation and a better range of motion than the others, B. Awesome has obviously been the victim of plenty of kids picking at loose cloth, leaving him with only molded sections of foam around his major body parts, all her joints revealing functional machinery beneath trailing scraps of pink felt. \n\nFeeling steadily more uncomfortable under the staring, unseeing plastic eyes of the foursome, you quickly turn and head to the back of the restaurant where you were told the security office would be. It's easy enough to find it, with a pair of hallways leading to large doorways, windows looking into the office to one side of either door. Inside is a small, cluttered office with a single rolling chair facing a bank of old CRT monitors arranged on a desk. You do a brief double-take at the gleaming metal animatronic skull sitting on the middle of the desk... is <i>that</i> what the mascots look like under all that foam rubber, felt, and spandex? It looks like something out of Terminator! You settle into the chair and roll yourself up to the desk, noticing the clock that reads 11:45, and that all of the screens are currently showing white static. You fiddle with the switches at the bottom of them, discovering the various places they look in on... main room, dining room, kitchen, service room, the hallways... and also that, for some reason, only one of the monitors will work at a time. Weird setup.\n\nAs you continue trying to get the system to properly display all the camera feeds at once (or at least verify to yourself that it won't), the clock slowly progresses as it's wont to do. At 11:50, you notice a flicker of light and glance at the skull, then yelp and shove the chair back as its mouth moves, an exaggerated yawn sounding from the obvious speaker at the back of its "throat".\n\n"Oh look, fresh meat," the skull comments in a rather tinny voice. It sounds quite amused, its natural grin giving it a mocking look as it turns slightly to look at you. It also looks to have several vertebrae that are attached to the desktop, allowing it to move around like that.\n\n"Hey... are you..." You frown, glancing around. "What, are you somewhere else in the building, talking to me from this? When did you get here?"\n\n"Nah, muchacho, I'm the real deal," the skull replies. "See, all of the animatronics here work on advanced AI. Hard to believe, I know, but it's true... and you'll see for yourself here in just a few minutes, if you don't believe me. My name's Robert... I'm sort of here to help newbies through the night. If they last."\n\nLooking skeptically at the talking, leering metal skull, you scoot your chair forward. "Why would I not last? The weirdness of a talking robot skull aside."\n\n"Well like I said, all the animatronics work on advanced AI, programmed by a real wackadoo back in the seventies. During the day they're perfectly in character, their programming on how to act around kids is so strong it keeps them from bugging up. Same for how they return to default charging position right at closing time, it's part of the base programming," Robert continues to explain, his metal teeth clacking together as he speaks, causing an eerie rhythm to underly the words. "But right about midnight, they activate in 'free roaming' mode. When that happens, well, all the little programming glitches, sparks of free will, and frustration of the last forty years or so is allowed to run rampant up until six in the morning, when 'ready positions' programming kicks in again."\n\n"So... you're trying to tell me they turn into <i>psycho killer robots</i> for six hours a night?" you ask incredulously, shaking your head.\n\n"Hey, if you can't trust a disembodied animatronic skull, who can you trust?" Robert seems to grin wider. "But seriously, muchacho, I'm about the only friend you've got in this world right now. See I'm still sane, because I don't have all the extra built up bugs and programming a body introduces. I've just been sitting in here talking to temps since 1987. So if you wanna live through the night, you better listen to me."\n\n"Assuming this is all true... how do I live through the night?"\n\n"Well, there's a lot of different ways. One thing is, you've gotta be careful... this place has been about half a payment behind on its power bill since the Reagan administration, so there's not that much to use during the night. You've gotta use your cameras sparingly, that's why only one will come on at a time. Same thing with the security doors to either side of ya... you've gotta wait 'til one of those crazy bots is practically on top of ya to close 'em, basically. Don't worry, they'll get bored and wander off again after a minute or two. Oh, and there's one more thing, too."\n\nYou're already not liking the sound of this very much, eyeing the gaping doorways with much greater trepidation than before. But you dutifully prompt, "Yeah?"\n\n"Basically, all the built up programming results in what one temp called 'primal needs behavior'. In other words, the animatronics emulate basic animal drives, as interpreted through a lens of this fast food hellhole we're in."\n\n"Primal needs? So, like... shelter and food?"\n\n"No, they've got shelter, they know this place is their home. Nah, muchacho, food's one of 'em, but the other involves a different basic lifeform drive that you meatsacks are obsessed with."\n\nYou stare uncomprehendingly at Robert for a few moments, then blanche. "<i>Fucking</i>?!"\n\n"Got it in one, muchacho! The temp that figured this out couldn't manage to fix their program or suppress the 'primal needs', but he did manage to install a switch that'd let you choose between the two. Now, either one you choose, these robots play rough, and they'll most likely still be violent and murderous on top of whatever need you choose. Sometimes they even like to try and 'make friends'... which usually involves stuffing you in a mascot suit, which depending on the suit they pick can be fatal all on its own. So if you don't manage to keep 'em out, you're likely to kack it either way... just depends on whether you'd rather be chomped to death or boffed to death." The skull gives an electronic snicker, then says, "So what should I set 'em to, muchacho?"\n\n<hr>\n"[[Hunger, I guess.|MikeFiesta]]"\n\n"[[Horny, I suppose.|MikeFiesta1x1]]"\n\n"[[I don't believe any of this! I'm sitting right here and doing nothing!|MikeFiesta]]"\n\n"[[I believe all of this and fuck that, I'm out of here!|MikeFiesta]]"

-Update 1-\n* Made Marei slightly older. I admit wanting her to be a young widow but I also made her like bare minimum old enough to have Ken, so. Adding a few years gives her slightly more range.\n*<b>Main:</b> Marei can now decide to look at her late husband's [[androids|Marei15x1]] for scratching her itch.\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can buy the [[detachable penis|GGDL2x1]]. (I know there's a mild logical contradiction in one of the branches, I'll fix it before public release.)\n-Update 2-\n*<b>Main:</b> Jack can now decide to get [[Gabriel|JackGD1x1]] for Lita.\n*<b>Main</b>: Jack can also have a son instead of a daughter.\n* More of Cyan and her mom with the detachable penis.\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can now also browse the DeviList [[want ads|GGDLStart]].

*<b>Main</b>: Plushie Jamie can see that the dildo Tanya is getting out is [[purple and sparkly|QOVex4x4]].\n*<b>Main</b>: Celeste can take the job at [[Bambi's Bikini Pizza|CelPizzaStart]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Mike can refuse to show Serva and Raven "[[it|MikeMST1x3]]".\n*<b>Main:</b> Austin can [[release Murielle|AustinElf1x1]] in return for a wish.\n*<b>Main:</b> After going over to Kevin's, Jamie can suggest [[waiting for Tanya to leave|QOFam1x6]].\n-Update 2-\n*<b>Main:</b> Eric can use the debug menu to [[mess with Nabiki|RanDeb1x14]] after making a deal for sex.\n*<b>Main:</b> After selecting the crate of artifacts, Austin can [[put the pendant he finds|Austin1x2]] back.\n*<b>Main:</b> Plushie Jamie can have his mother give him to [[Maya|QOVex4x2]].\n-Update 3-\n*<b>Main:</b> Buddy can invite the [[witch and cat trick-or-treaters|BuddyOct17x1]] in for cookies.\n* Jamie can have Sandra become his slave.\n-Update 4-\n*<b>Main:</b> Layla can decide not to sleep on (and crease) her new [[Fighter|MeanSima1x5]] character sheet.

It's probably not unusual for a kid with divorced parents to want his parents to reconcile, but Jack Junior, by virtue of being both intelligent and rather charming, tends to make better arguments for you talking it out with your ex than most. (Well, you assume. Clearly your kid is smarter and more charismatic than other kids, that's just common sense.) He's been urging you to try talking things out with your ex, trying to convince you that a bit of calm, rational discussion might overcome the problems that led to the divorce. And you have to admit there's a part of you that kind of hopes he's right, because if nothing else Maria <i>is</i> the mother of your child. You suppose if nothing else the two of you owe it to your kid to try and have a more civil relationship where you see each other more often.\n\n"Alright, alright, tell you what... I'll see if she wants to sit down and talk about things," you say, hurrying to add as Jackie's face lights up, "But don't go getting sky-high hopes, okay? We're just going to <i>talk</i>. Maybe we'll see about something like... having a family dinner every so often so we can all be on the same page, or something."\n\n"I mean, that's cool, that's really all I'm looking for," he says breezily, as if he really weren't hoping for anything else.\n\nShaking your head, you wait for him to leave before taking out your phone. After some hesitation, you decide to exchange texts rather than making a call... that seems much easier somehow. It takes most of the rest of the day with pauses in between messages, but eventually the two of you arrange to meet face-to-face at her place and talk. It is, after all, for the good of your son. \n\nYou don't get a lot of sleep that night, your thoughts turbulent as they roll around in your head. Things between you and Maria have always been... excitable, that's one word for it. Especially once things had gotten to the point where it was obvious a change had to be made. You're usually pretty confident that the change the two of you chose (divorce) was for the best, but seeing her face-to-face always makes you question that. Of course part of that's probably that she's absolutely gorgeous... long black hair, stunning purple eyes, pale skin, and her body was just... well, yeah, physical attraction was definitely never part of the problem. Just that things always seemed to happen really intensely and really fast the longer the two of you were together, and that included arguments.\n\nWell, hopefully you'll be able to avoid that for the length of one visit, at least. You can both be mature individuals, you reassure yourself the next day as you drive over to her apartment. Remember, this is for Jackie's sake... he deserves to have his parents at least get along enough to have the occasional dinner or holiday together with him, right? Right. \n\nYou head inside the building (the two of you are at least cordial enough that you know the door code) and head up to her floor, then over to her apartment door, ringing the buzzer. After a moment, Maria answers, looking just as gorgeous as, well, any time you saw her, wearing a black silk blouse and snug black skirt with the straps of a garter belt peeking out from under it and clipping to the tops of opaque but slightly shiny black stockings. She was full goth when you met her back in your youth, and she never really did "grow out of" wearing black almost exclusively. She gives you a pleasant enough smile which even reaches those pretty purple eyes as she says, "Hello, Jack, how are you?"\n\nThe thoughts from last night, the drive over, and even the ride up the elevator are all still sort of tumbling around in your head, but now that she's here in front of you, you know how best to return the greeting.\n\n<hr>\n[["Oh, just fine, you?"|JackBoy]]\n\n[["This is just for Jackie."|JackBoy]]\n\n[["Better now that I don't have to deal with you."|JackBoy]]\n\n[[Go balls-deep in her.|JackBoy]]

"I mean, I don't want to nag or anything," he says rather sheepishly.\n\nYou sigh a little bit as you rub your face. Yes, you're fully aware that what he'd like you to do is-\n\n<hr>\n[[-talk to his mother.|JackBoy2x2]]\n\n[[-start dating again.|JackBoy3x1]]

"You're gonna call up all your friends, right now, and tell them to come back here and submit to punishment," you tell him, giving him a light shake as you do.\n\n"I-I can't!" he splutters, and you think he gets a little more pale under the makeup. "They'd... I mean... I can't!"\n\n"You better, or-"\n\n<hr>\n[[You'll show the cops the video.|BuddyPunks5x2]]\n\n[[You'll have some friends track them down anyway.|BuddyPunks]]

"W-what?!" he squeaks.\n\n"Didn't notice the cameras, huh?" You pull out your cellphone and tap a few times, then turn the screen to show him a four-panel video feed with him and the others on it. "Call them and tell them that I have this already queued up and ready to be sent to the cops in the morning, and if they want me to cancel it they better get over here and be ready to make it up to me."\n\nHe winces, but nods meekly, and after another moment you release his arm to allow him to step away and pull out his cellphone. He begins to make a series of calls... really only one or two, everyone must still be clumped together. You can tell from his further winces and the angrish coming through the speaker that his friends must not be terribly happy with him... funny, without him getting caught they'd have just gotten their faces sent to the cops directly, they ought to be thanking him, you think a bit smugly.\n\nBut eventually, in clumps of twos and threes, teenage boys start showing up on your doorstep and knocking petulantly at the door. Their walk back over seems to have given them time to calm down from their anger, and most just seem sulky, petulant, or downright afraid by the time you have all ten (including the 'vampire') clustered in your living room. Some of them are wearing similarly 'light' costumes like his, just bits of zombie face paint or face shadows or Crow makeup, others just seem to be wearing normal street clothes that are trying (but not very hard) to be "thug" style.\n\n"Alright, guys, let's start off with me explaining something, very clearly," you declare as they stand in a cluster in front of you, most with gazes downcast. "I have all your faces on the video, either from earlier or just now when you came up to the porch to compare against your clothes and builds in the other video." Some of them wince at that, since the two together is basically ironclad proof, and they've actually handed it to you themselves. "And I have friends in the police department and the DA's office... if I want to, I can take the charges from 'vandalism' to 'destruction of property and assault' really easily. That means either juvie or actual jail, depending on how lenient the DA is feeling even after he hears from anyone <i>else</i> you may have egged or TP'd tonight."\n\nNow pretty much all of them have gone rather pale, and are staring at you with wide eyes. Looks like you've got them. So you continue, "So, here's the deal..."\n\n<hr>\n[["I now own you."|BuddyPunks]]\n\n[["Strip."|BuddyPunks]]

Well. It would be bad if the two of you started getting... more serious... and you suddenly decided you didn't really like that sort of thing after all. Probably better to, well... expose yourself to a bit of it.\n\nThere are several obvious ways... some more pornographic than others... but you decide to keep it on the slightly more respectable (and discrete, considering your shared living situation) end by reading short stories and novellas and things like that. Turns out when you start looking into it, there's a great deal on offer on this particular subject. Certainly a lot of it's of varying quality, but still you soon find yourself drawn into it, where almost any moment you have some spare time you've got your tablet out and are reading some new bit of femdom (and usually malesub) literature. Or RPGlit. Or isekai (usually American-written isekai). Or... well, there's quite a lot of it on offer, like you said.\n\nOne day you're tucked up alone in the dorm room, engrossed in one of your latest finds, when suddenly the tablet is plucked from your hands so abruptly that for a moment you're just left laying there sprawled against the wall on your bed, blinking repeatedly as you try to process the sight of Liam standing there, a big grin on his face as his blue eyes roam over the screen.\n\n"<i>'It was your mistake to speak to me so insultingly,' the countess said, her voice as cool and calculated as her motions winding the ropes around his thighs. He trembled gently as the ropes went here and there, around his ankles, her strong, slender fingers relentless. She looked directly into his eyes as she finished one knot and pulled the rope, his legs forced to spread, to display the stiff proof of his need,</i>" he reads aloud, seeming absolutely delighted.\n\n"... um..." you say weakly, your entire face red. "J-just... something I kind of... stumbled on..."\n\n"Oh no I stumble on this sort of thing all the time too," Liam chirps cheerfully, snickering as you squirm in embarrassment. "So I see Saya made an impression?"\n\n"I. Well. I mean," you splutter, before sighing and giving in. "I mean, it went really well, actually, and I guess that I was sort of... testing... whether being submissive is really what I'm into."\n\n"Aaaand?" Liam prompts.\n\n"... I guess," you murmur, rubbing your upper arm and glancing away sheepishly.\n\n"Heheh. Hm, what else have you been reading other than this boddice ripper style stuff?" he asks, tapping the screen and then again, apparently exiting your current ebook and into the library.\n\nThat causes a brief flurry of panic. Oh shit... what was it you were reading before that one?!\n\n<hr>\n[["Captain Sidney's Fleet"|GwynSciFi]]\n\n[["The High-Heeled Seas"|GwynSea]]\n\n[["The Goddess of College Town"|GwynSaya]]\n\n[["The Futazon Invasion"|GwynFutazon1x1]]\n\n[["Help! I've Been Reborn In Another World Where Men Are Incredibly Rare, And All The Women Are Extremely Beautiful And Super Strong-Willed! They All Want My Seed But Not A Single One Will Let Me Be In Charge! It's A Dominatrix Hell Of Another World!!!!!"|GwynElf]]\n\n[["Forbidden Island of the Monster Girls"|GwynMon]]

"Um. I think... maybe not tonight," you venture uncertainly, the unspoken 'If that's okay with you?' getting tacked on without you having thought about it. "But I'd really like to see you again," you add hurriedly.\n\n"That would be lovely," Saya says warmly, leaning forward to peck you on the cheek. "I'll text you when I have a good night for it, alright?"\n\nYou nod, accepting that the next date will be 100% her own choosing and that she'll run it as she likes. That thought's still sort of percolating in your head as you walk back to the restaurant to get your truck. On the drive back home, you consider... maybe you should look into, well, femdom stuff a bit more. See if that really is your thing, since you'd been a little preoccupied with avoiding exactly that sort of thing before. Or would that be weird and silly? Maybe you should just let things take their natural course, and wait for Saya's text.\n\n<hr>\n[[Start "researching".|GwynSaya3x3]]\n\n[[Just wait.|GwynSaya]]

"Well, since it sounds like you're more familiar with this place, why don't you order for us?" you suggest.\n\nSaya's eyes light up at that, a look of genuine pleasure coming over her face. She turns her head as the waitress walks up, immediately ordering drinks for the both of you without a moment's hesitation... either she made the decision instantly once you handed it to her, or she'd already had it in mind. Either way, it's definitely a demonstration of that dominant personality.\n\nThe two of you start chatting amiably, and as you relax she controls the conversation more thoroughly. And... you're finding that easier and easier to accept. Maybe it's just the drink settling in, or maybe it's just finally relaxing about the whole issue of being The Manly-Man, but it's actually really enjoyable to let such a nice, pretty, and intelligent woman sort of... take charge. When the waitress returns to ask for the meal order there's not even a pause before Saya orders for you, her smile easy and accepting.\n\nYou continue to talk, and you find yourself answering pretty much any question she asks without hesitation, even as some of them make you blush and squirm in embarrassment. But Saya just accepts everything you tell her with easy grace, smiling knowingly and nodding all the while... completely in control, of herself, the conversation, and more and more of you.\n\n"Here, I live only about a block away, walk me home," she says after she's finished paying. There's not really the hint of a question in it, and you nod easily, getting to your feet and settling in beside her, the two of you continuing to talk quietly along the way. Finally you arrive at her building, and she smiles again, though this time what she asks is definitely a question. "Would you like to come inside?"\n\nYou do hesitate a bit before you answering. You've... maybe realized that it's not so bad not being in charge, but you're not quite sure if you're ready to go all the way with it, as the look in her eyes certainly implies that she'd like to do. Maybe you need some time to think about this...\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept.|GwynSaya]]\n\n[[Decline.|GwynSaya3x2]]

* <b>Main:</b> The pirate-aligned Cypher can now [[ditch his comrades|BadCypher3x1]] when he realizes the Raptarran bait ship is trapped.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cat-ified Eric can elect to become [[human again right away|RunFF6x3]].

You lounge on the couch in the lobby area, yawning wide to show off your fangs. You've long since switched to an all-over tan, and most of it's shown off, your white lingerie contrasting nicely against the dark brown. The lacey, short camisole top shows off your trim, flat belly, and the little satin G-string shows off the bulge of your cute little cock, with long gloves and thigh-highs of course helping lend a little extra feminine curvature to your arms and legs.\n\nOf course, several of the other girls of the Hitasuneko Bordello are here. Nanako, with her huge, obviously fake tits and just as pronounced fake lips. Motoko in her leather dominatrix gear, ready to punish or have all power stripped away from her and be turned into a begging, pleading bitch, as the client demands. Shizue, covered in tattoos and piercings, smoking as she gazes about with jaded eyes. Of course, they're only a slight selection of what the bordello has to offer in girls and ladyboys, but they're what's on display at the moment. Well, them and you.\n\nYou perk up a bit as a large, heavyset man in a suit makes his way in. Heavyset, psh, he's just fat. But you watch as his gaze wanders over the other three, obviously eating them up, and the size of the bulge that begins to grow in his expensive business trousers makes your eyes sparkle. Even though he avoided you when he was looking around, he can't really help but look at you as you rise and saunter towards him in a prowling motion... the other three girls look annoyed, but they know better than to try and win over you when you've asserted yourself.\n\n"Like, hey there," you coo at him, leaning in. "I'll totally be the one to service you today, mister!"\n\n"Yeah, no, I'm here for the girls," he mutters, though he seems to be having trouble keeping his eyes from wandering over you now.\n\n"Awww, don't be like thaaat," you practically purr, slipping in closer, giggling at his expression as you reach over to fondle his cock through his pants... and feel it swell even bigger and harder at the job you're doing even with a few light strokes. "Trust me, you'll have suuuuch a good time, for reals!"\n\n"I... don't know," he hedges, though he's breathing harder now, his face starting to flush.\n\nSmirking, you take hold of his wrist and lift it up, kissing each of his fingertips and looking up at his face through your long, glittery lashes. "Tell you what, fuck me four or five times, and if you don't leave here completely and totally addicted to gyaru boypussy, your whoooole visit is free." To punctuate, you slide his ring-finger into your mouth, displaying your tongue skills on it as you press your painted lips around his wedding ring.\n\nHe shudders, hesitates for a moment... then nods. Smiling brightly, you slip your mouth off his finger and take his hand, leading him upstairs to your room.\n\nShirou is so good to you, setting everything up like this. He totally earns his 99%!\n\n<b>Austin and Shirou</b> end - <i>Gyaru trap for hire</i>

Making at least a little money off of this place wouldn't be bad, certainly. "Let's head to the management office," you decide.\n\n"Oh, lovely, I really was hoping you'd keep the park open," Alice answers cheerfully, gesturing to the open gate to one side of the turnstile. "I much prefer things that are open to things that are closed, it tends to make them much easier and more fun and delicious. Room doors, cookie jars, party invitations, relationships," she continues as she shows you along the walkway. Wait, what was that last one?\n\nYou look around as the two of you walk along. Yup, "kitschy" is one way to describe this place. "Cliche" might be another. Lots of buildings shaped like toadstools, signs with cartoony mascots on them, overly stylized paving stones, plastic and fiberglass vines and flowers here and there for decoration. All of it looks really old and really out of style, though you have to admit it seems to have been kept up well... no visible chips or scratches, all the buildings have all their roof tiles and the windows are all spotless. So at least someone has some pride in this place despite its outdated decor and being completely and totally empty on a Friday afternoon in the summer.\n\nAs the two of you approach a castle-like building, stepping onto a path done up as if it were an actual forest floor (past a sign marked 'Employees Only'), you hear someone shout "UWAAAAAAH!" from behind you. Glancing over your shoulder, you're forced to jerk to one side, Alice more nimbly hopping aside (with a smile on her face) as a small figure goes racing past.\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/DxDFfLf.png>\n\n"I'm late! I'm late! I'm soooo late!" the petite girl squeals, the novelty rabbit ears on her head flapping with her movements as she zips by, apparently not even noticing you in her haste. "I can't believe how late I am ohmigosh!"\n\nYou stare after her as she disappears around a bend, then glance at Alice. "Someone's lost kid late for a meetup with their parents?"\n\n"Ahahahaha," Alice giggles, though it sounds nervous as she waves a hand. "Well, not quite. Come along, the entry to the management office is just around the corner.'\n\nThe two of you follow the restricted path around to the side of the castle, and then through another door marked 'Employees Only'. (Honestly it's kind of a thrill to get to go through those anyway.) You follow Alice down a hallway, and then to a door marked 'Main Office'. She pushes it open and lets you step inside, spotting a fairly typical office with a bank of security monitors (CRTs, geez) on one wall and a fairly sizeable desk near the window. And sitting at that desk is... the huffing, red-cheeked girl that ran past you.\n\n"Wheeew. I was late," she murmurs, pulling a handkerchief out of her pocket and dabbing at her face. Then she points accusingly at you. "But it turns out you were later! You were supposed to be here half an hour ago! ... Though I guess it works out since I overslept," she admits, slumping forward some.\n\n"... Who is this... sassy lost child?" you demand of Alice, while pointing at the girl behind the desk, who immediately looks outraged, her bunny ears standing up straight. (Huh, that's a pretty good trick, are they those new motorized headband things?)\n\n"Um, oh dear. Mr. Austin, this is Bunny, she's been the Park Manager since the last one left to work at Worldland," Alice explains, gesturing to the smaller girl with both hands.\n\n"... But she's like-" You start, looking back at her.\n\n"Hey, listen!" the girl snaps, leaping up to stand on her chair and putting one foot on the desk, leaning forward as she points at you. "I've been part of the management staff of this park since it first opened in 1965! I'm not going to take that sort of abuse from someone who can't remember when Bill Clinton was President!"\n\nWhy of all the...\n\n<hr>\n[[Fire her.|Austin]]\n\n[[Apologize.|Austin5x3]]

On the surface, that claim seems ridiculous. But then, other than being excitable, she isn't acting like a kid, and she seems to actually be sincere. Maybe she has one of those, like... hormone disorders or something? You hold up your hands. "Er, sorry, I didn't mean to offend, I just... well, you look..."\n\n"Like what?!" she demands, putting her fists on her hips and scowling.\n\n"Bunny, he doesn't know," Alice says quietly. "And you know perfectly well what you look like to someone who doesn't know, so it's no sense pretending as if you don't, especially just to be angry, for which there aren't that many particularly good reasons at all."\n\nBunny scowls at Alice for a moment as well, then lets out a long sigh, flopping back into her chair and slumping some. "Yeah, yeah, you're right." She leans forward, propping her chin up on one hand and fiddling with the bow attached to her clock-necklace with the other. "Alright, you're Austin, right? Listen, you've gotten a little more than you bargained for here."\n\n"Well that's kinda obvious now," you can't help but say in a wry tone.\n\n"Heh. But while most of the theme park is normal, a lot of the residents aren't. We're... well, manifestations is one way to put it," Bunny says with a shrug.\n\nYou glance at Alice, who smiles. "I know it may seem hard to believe, but it's true. We're not 'normal people'. None of us were born like you were, instead we were brought into being in 1964, just before the opening of the park, fully formed and knowledgeable of what we are and our purpose."\n\n"Uh." You look back and forth between them, then jerk a little as Bunny's ears twitch a few times. "... Are you for real? ... Is that not a headband?"\n\n"Nope, we're absolutely serious. If you want a more thorough explanation, we're made out of something called 'Spiritrons'," Bunny explains. "The person who created us was a mage, who used the public perceptions of 'Alice in Wonderland' and a lot of their own preferences to form us. Our bodies are like yours, basically, we've got bones and muscles and squishy stuff in all the right places, we're just made of magical energy particles instead of normal molecules like you are."\n\n"... So, wait, if that's true, how could people... leave?" you ask. "How can you ask ghosts or... sorry, manifestations... made for a theme park to take another job at a different theme park?"\n\n"Our creator endowed us with free will, we're self-perpetuating as long as we can be around lots of people," Bunny says with a shrug. "The ambient energy of the city is enough for most of us here, especially with you here as the owner of the park. When our creator died, a lot of the original cast didn't feel super invested in this place anymore, so they decided to go somewhere they'd feel more appreciated... Worldland. Some of them might come back if this place started doing better, I guess, it is our home at the end of the day. But for now, the people who are still here are about it."\n\n"And are they all... y'know, Alice in Wonderland characters?" you ask, glancing back and forth between the two of you.\n\n"Actually most of those left for Worldland," Bunny admits, closing her eyes as she sighs again. "Our creator had originally filled out the cast with a handful of kind of 'generic' characters, though, and most of them stayed. The Gumdrops, the Fuzzies, some assorted talking animals. I'm guessing most of them didn't get nearly as lucrative offers from Worldland..." She pauses, opening her eyes and frowning. "Which is kinda weird, for the Gumdrops."\n\n"Well, they weren't exactly putting on their best show that day," Alice says in a charitable tone.\n\n"Do they ever?" Bunny rolls her eyes, then straightens up and rests her hands on the desk. "Okay, look. It's true enough that we can just sort of maintain things the way they are for decades, if we want. But we were created with the purpose of running a successful amusement park, and our nature means we thrive on more people being around. Plus, if this place became successful again, our friends might come back. So what do you say? Are you willing to work with us to make this place thrive again?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes.|Austin5x4]]\n\n[[Maybe?|Austin]]\n\n[[No.|Austin]]

You have to admit, the idea of owning your own theme park is pretty irresistable. "I think I'd be interested in the amusement park," you say, trying to use your best formal voice to avoid sounding like an excited kid.\n\nTo judge by Mrs. Andrews' grin, it doesn't work particularly well. "Ah, forgive my smile," she says, apparently catching your slightly miffed reaction. "I promise I'm not condescending. I admit that when I heard that it was one of his bequeathments, I sat around picturing what it would be like to have one of my very own as well." She picks up the papers. "The theme park is near Central University, they already have a full credit transferrance system with your own school so that should simplify things. There are also living quarters on-site, and the commute from the park to the university is relatively short."\n\n"Wow, the place seems like it would be super busy then, huh?"\n\n"You would imagine so, yes," Mrs. Andrews says with a bit of a frown as she looks it over. "But apparently the park hit on some financial difficulties some years back. More recently, someone came along and hired a number of key personnel away to the newer and much larger Worldland in another part of the country. Both of these things, and the fact that the park's style is considered heavily outdated, seem to have contributed to it being practically abandoned. As I said earlier, there is sufficient money to keep what is currently open... a few rides, a handful of shops and attractions and whatnot... in operation indefinitely, but to open up the older portions of the park to offer more to visitors would require some infusions of money first."\n\n"I see."\n\n"In any event, I'll make some travel arrangements for you and get in touch with the current park overseer to let them know when to expect you."\n\nRoughly a week later, your taxi pulls up outside the brightly-colored entrance sign reading 'Wonderland'. You can see what Mrs. Andrews meant almost immediately... not only is the theme kind of played out, the style looks like a sort of backwoods themepark from the seventies or something, with the big sort of baby-ish colorful letters and toadstools and such. Paying the driver, you head towards the gates, immediately spotting... well, exactly the sort of person you'd expect at 'Wonderland'.\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/0YgC1bc.png>\n\n"Hello, sir! Welcome to Wonderland!" the costumed girl chirps, curtsying... and causing a slight jiggle in her chest. Wow, is she even wearing a bra under that blouse? "My name is Alice and I'm here to help!"\n\n"Ah, actually, I'm-"\n\n"Austin, yes?" she interrupts smoothly, smiling brightly still. At your surprise she giggles a little. "Well I was told an Austin would be here today, and here you are indeed, for where else would you be?"\n\n"Heh, right, I guess." You rub the back of your head. "But yeah, I guess I own this place now. So your name is...?"\n\n"Alice," she replies with a blink.\n\n"No, I mean your actual name," you prompt.\n\n"Alice Liddell," she replies firmly, clasping her hands together in front of herself.\n\n"... Oooookay." Shrugging, you ask, "So are you the current overseer?"\n\n"No, I'm currently the Hospitality Manager," she chirps, leaning forward a bit and cupping a hand at the side of her mouth. "Which is a fancy way of saying I'm in charge of being nice to guests, though saying it a bit more fancy doesn't change what it is at all, so I don't quite see the point." She straightens up, beaming, and continues, "But the overseer, or rather, Park Manager is going to meet you at the management office. Ah, that is of course if you intend to keep the park open," she says, frowning a bit as she puts a fingertip to her lips and looks down. "I did overhear that you might not, and might just live here. If that's the case, I suppose I really ought to just show you to where you'll be living, and not bother with all that business stuff."\n\n<hr>\n[[Go to the management office.|Austin5x2]]\n\n[[Go to the living quarters.|Austin]]

"Hey, sure, but I don't got 'em here," you say, turning and walking over to where the old beater of a car you stole off of someone who was leaving town in a hurry anyway is parked. "C'mon, let's go get the stuff."\n\nThe kid looks even more nervous than before, hesitating for long moments before clambering into the passenger side seat. He shifts and squirms, watching you more than anything as you drive carefully along the potentially icy streets. When he does look out the window, he jumps in surprise at the sight of his school gates sliding by the window. You pull to a stop and lean over, shoving the door open, then giving his head a light push. "Go on, get the fuck out of here," you grumble, sending him scampering towards the school gates. As you lean over again to grab the handle you add a shout of, "And don't take rides from strangers, asshole!" as you slam the door closed.\n\nYou head back towards your alley, muttering all the way about the lost time and your crappy car's lack of a heater. As you start to pull up, you wince at the sight of someone standing in the mouth of the alleyway. It's not your boss, it's worse than that... it's your boss's boss, which is one step down from Marone herself. Specifically it's this massive German (or something) dude named Henderson who looks like he could pick you up and snap you in half with one hand. You seriously consider just driving on, maybe towards the highway and heading for Mexico. But he's already seen you, and you're halfway sure Mexico wouldn't even be far enough to get away from Joanna Marone. So instead you park again and get out.\n\n"Hey, man, I didn't mean to ditch my corner, I had this thing," you start the moment you get out of the car, pausing just long enough in your preemptive apologies to slam the door.\n\nHenderson cuts you off by raising a hand. "I dohn't wahnt to heah iht," he tells you in his strudel-filling thick accent. He points over at a black Escalade parked nearby... it looks about two days old. "Geht in da cah," he orders evenly. "We'ah going foah a rahd."\n\nWincing, you nevertheless walk over to haul yourself into the passenger's seat, feeling an odd sense of inverted deja vu. The big man drives in silence, and several times you consider just trying to pistol-whip him on the flattop and jump out of the car. Instead you sit in nervous silence as he pulls up in front of one of Marone's clubs, the Golden Age, some forties-themed place where celebrities go in hopes of hobnobbing with actual gangsters just like in the movies.\n\nHenderson leads you in through the front doors and then up to the raised VIP section towards the back of the restaurant. This isn't the first time you've seen "Lady" Joanna Marone in the flesh, but it is the first time you've seen her from this close up. She's probably in her mid-to-late forties, but though your own tastes are usually, well, shallower, even you have to admit she's held up well. No real wrinkles to speak of, she hasn't gone all pudgy (at least not that the suit shows), and her green eyes are still piercing and sharp. You never really gave a shit what the principal thought, but now standing in front of her you've got some idea of what other kids who did felt like.\n\nJoanna doesn't look up from the ledger she's examining, so mostly you just see the top of her head with her steel-dark hair pulled back into a tight, short tail. But after a few moments, she says, "I'll get right to the point, I've been having you watched. I was unsure about allowing you into the organization, but I'd heard you had great potential. I wanted to see how you comported yourself when you thought you were alone, as they say character is what you are in the dark. And we operate in the dark, don't we?"\n\n"Yeah... guess so," you murmur, shrugging helplessly.\n\nShe finally looks up from the ledger, folding her hands atop it as she fixes those light green eyes on you. "It was above and beyond, taking the boy back to school. It's not necessarily what I'd <i>ask</i> from all my people, but I approve all the same. I'm curious... did you ever even <i>consider</i> selling him the drugs?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Confess that you did.|YPMaroneplaceholder]]\n\n[[Deny, deny, deny.|YPMaroneplaceholder]]

"I'll do my best to help you, yeah," you answer, nodding slightly. "This is still a lot to take in... I mean, I'll be honest, I'm still not entirely sure I believe it. But unless you wanna yell 'gotcha' and get fired at some point," you add dryly.\n\n"No no, it's all for real," Bunny protests, waving her hands a bit. She hops to her feet and rounds the desk to stand in front of you, looking up at you. "Tell you what, I'll take you around the park and introduce you to some of the other workers who are still here, alright? The Gumdrops, the Fuzzies, the Card Soldiers that are still left..."\n\n"Oh, don't forget the Caterpillar, Bunny!" Alice chirps cheerfully.\n\n"We may as well forget her," Bunny says with a roll of the eyes, before noticing you're looking at her and explaining. "Caterpillar's actually decently wise and levelheaded, but she's lazy and doesn't like to mingle. She doesn't see anyone these days, so we'll probably have to wait to introduce you to her some other time when she's feeling more sociable."\n\n"The Caterpillar is a 'she'?" you ask, quirking your eyebrows.\n\n"Yeah, our maker had, ah, specific tastes," Bunny replies, snorting. "So yeah most of us are girls. Not everybody but most. Anyway, c'mon, I'll show you around some, then you can turn in."\n\n<hr>\n(These are not branch options, only 'Turn in' will move the story ahead.)\n\n[[Meet the Gumdrops.|Austin5x4a]]\n\n[[Meet the Fuzzies.|Austin5x4b]]\n\n[[Meet the Soldiers.|Austin5x4c]]\n\n[[Turn in.|Austin5x5]]

'Won't someone come and help me finally get some pussy?' you think in despair, rubbing your face with both hands.\n\n"Hello!"\n\nYou jump a bit at the sudden call from close behind you, whirling around and staring. It's... a guy. A distinctly strange-looking guy. For one thing he looks like he overgelled his rather short hair and then scrabbled his fingers around in it constantly as it set, so that it's a chaotic nest of stiff curls. For another his features are so unremarkable and average that he'd be completely and utterly unremarkable and forgettable... if he didn't have purple eyes and a very unique skin tone. At first you think that he's just pale, but then you realize his pallor actually has a more... silvery tone. It's not quite literally metallic, but somehow you can't really think of it as anything other than silver once you see it. There's also the fact that he's wearing a grey and blue hoodie and sweat pants in the summer. Maybe... he has some sort of blood flow condition or something that makes him feel cold all the time?\n\n"I could not help but overhear you with your wish for help," he continues, jarring you out of your assessment of him with his voice, which definitely has an accent you can't place and a weird slight wobble to it, almost as if it were being run through some kind of filter.\n\nErk. Did you actually say that stuff about needing help to finally get pussy out loud? Oh holy fuck that's even cringier than what you said to the girl. As you're standing there in agony, the stranger just smiles with what are obviously very expensively capped teeth and continues.\n\n"Worry not and do not be embarrassed," he assures you. "For I am a great believer in the proliferation of sexual intercourse, be it for productive or entertainment reasons!"\n\n"... Yeah, same," you say after a second. More the latter but you guess the former is pretty good and necessary too.\n\n"My name is Baz, and I would be most delighted to assist you in this matter!" he declares enthusiastically, actually flinging his hands briefly in the air. "All I ask for in return is your friendship, good sir!"\n\n"My... friendship?"\n\n"Yes! I am recently arrived here and have not had the opportunity to make many friends! Obviously, were we friends, I would be delighted to help you in any number of ways! Females would certainly be flocking to you with my assistance, I promise to you on my organs!"\n\nOkaaaaaay. This guy seems weirder and more awkward than you are. Yet despite his strange manner he seems incredibly sincere, so at the very least you're betting he believes his own hype. So... are you really desperate enough to take help from some random weirdo?\n\n<hr>\n[[You absolutely are.|Jess1x2]]\n\n[[No.|Jess]]\n\n[[No, but...|Jess]]

*<b>Game Change:</b> Due to limitations with Twine, this update is where the split between Male and Female editions of the game will begin. There are various efforts to resolve these limitations, and when they are merging the games back together will be relatively easy, but for now this is the easiest solution.\n*<b>Main</b>: Jamie can find he prefers Doctor Kal's [[fingers|QOKeys3x9]]. He can also [[enter the decon room alone|QOKeys3x7]].\n-Update 3-\n*<b>Main:</b> Jack can realize his son [[wants him to start dating again|JackBoy2x1]].\n*<b>Main:</b> An alternative fork has been added to [[Jamie's job at Monofilament|QONM1x2]].\n-Update 4-\n*<b>Main:</b> Rags-clad male fighter Eric can [[focus on taking a job|EricMF9x9]] at the adventurer's guild.

"Huh? You... you know I got a girlfriend?" he says, his face going a bit red.\n\n"I mean, you've been a lot perkier lately, going out more, I kind of figured it was something like that," you answer dryly. "Kinda wish you'd told me right at the start, but yeah. I figured you'd probably finally bit the bullet with one of the girls you'd been talking about, and hey, who's gonna turn down a grey guy like you?"\n\n"Haha, hahaha," he says sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. "I guess I have been talking about her a fair bit."\n\n"Son, you're fifteen, you talk about a lot of girls."\n\n"Oh. Um, I guess. Wait, do you know which one it is then?"\n\n"I've got a fair idea, I guess. I'm thinking it's-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-Lori, the really nice girl."|JackBoy]]\n\n[["-Luci, the goth girl."|JackBoy]]\n\n[["-Layna, the... popular... girl."|JackBoy1x2]]

"I know you said you were thinking of taking a chance on her, but did she really say yes?"\n\n"Yeah!" Jack Jr. says, his eyes lighting up. "I mean, I couldn't believe it either, but she really agreed to go out with me!"\n\nYou frown a little as you sit back on the couch. "I mean, are you sure about this, son? I kind of recall that she used to bully you, didn't she?"\n\nHe blushes again and quickly shakes his head. "No! I mean, well, yeah, maybe a little, but she's totally changed, Dad! She's actually super nice, I think when we were younger she was just, like, going through some stuff or something. Layna's great, you'll see!"\n\nYou do have to admit, once you meet Layna, that she certainly acts very sweet, and kind, practically the perfect little lady... a year older than Jack Jr., but apparently getting good grades too. And too, she's... well, she's drop-dead gorgeous. Not that you're looking, overly or anything, just that you have to admit she's a real stunner. Objectively speaking. Tall for her age, with extremely long blonde hair, pretty grey-blue eyes, and well... very well-endowed. Look, just say it, she has absolutely huge tits, especially for a teenager. You can't help but have a bit of crass masculine pride in your son's ability to land a girl who's both overall attractive and could probably smother someone to death with her chest if she so chose. \n\nEverything goes well for about two months, as early spring gives way to summer, and they start spending a fair amount of time out with each other. Until you get the latest credit card bill, which has you frowning. "Son! Come down here, would you?"\n\nJack Jr. soon galumphs his way down the stairs, brushing back his hair. "Yeah, Dad, what's up?"\n\n"Why did you spend almost $500 at 'Leather World'? Especially in summer, and especially on the emergency credit card?" you ask, scowling some at him.\n\nHe immediately ducks his head in the 'oops, caught' teenager reaction. "Um. Well, see, we were passing it, and Layna saw this super cute pink leather jacket and, y'know, kind of fell in love with it, and she pointed out it was actually on sale 'cause it's summer, so even if she couldn't wear it for awhile it was a good buy, and I kind of... um..."\n\nThis... is not good. "You're saying she asked you to buy her a $500 leather jacket. On your card."\n\n"Well, my allowance I had saved up had run kind of low, so. B-but no, she didn't ask me! She just really, really wanted it! And it's kinda hard to say no..."\n\n... Which means this almost certainly isn't the first time. Sighing a bit, you rub your face. "We'll talk about this some more later. Go upstairs for now."\n\n"... yessir."\n\nA bit later, the door opens without so much as a knock and Layna comes breezing in like she owns the place. She's wearing a little black ribbon choker, a white blouse unbuttoned to show off her chest, and a short black pleated skirt to show off those legs, every movement as well as the outfit reading 'sex bomb'. Then she spots you and quickly stands up a bit more primly, giving you an apologetic smile. "Oh, hi, Mister Steele! Sorry about just coming on in, Jackie invited me over and I've been in so much lately I guess I didn't think."\n\n"It's fine," you reply, not entirely sure that it is. You try to think of the most delicate way to put this, but have to settle for, "Listen, I just found out about this thing with the leather jacket. I give Jack a fair bit of allowance, and I don't mind if he decides to spend that on you, but when you start encouraging him to spend large amounts of money he doesn't have, that's a bit of a problem. I'd just like to ask you to go a little easier on gushing about expensive things you'd really love to have to him."\n\nLayna stares at you for a moment... then her entire posture changes again, shoulders dropping a bit and expression turning into a scowl. One fist comes to rest on her hip, while the other lifts to shoot you the finger, showing off her long, elaborately manicured nails that you're now almost certain your son was manipulated into paying for.\n\n<img src="images/Layna.jpg">\n\n"Fuck you, old man," she half-growls in a much less sweet and lighthearted tone. "The kiddo's my toy now, and you can do fuckall about it. You tell him not to see me or badmouth me to him, it's just gonna make him hate you and like me more, so consider yourself fucked," she continues, starting to smirk as she adds, "Besides, pretty soon I'm gonna take his cherry and then he'll be mine for life. Don't spend my inheritance all in one place, fucko."\n\nYou just stare at her, for a second more stunned than anything, your brain struggling to come up with an appropriate response.\n\n<hr>\n[["I think you need an attitude adjustment, brat."|JackBoy]]\n\n[["... <i>I'm</i> fucked, am I?"|JackBoy]]\n\n[[You'll handle her later.|JackBoy]]

"God <i>dammit</i>!" you snap, then groan and place both hands to your face, starting to cry.\n\n"Mmf?" Cody stirs, then sits up, blinking and reaching out to rest his hand on your upper arm. "Hey, hey, Buddy, what's wrong?"\n\n"I'm still a <i>girl</i>!" you reply amidst your sobs. "This is never gonna wear off! I'm gonna be stuck like this forever!"\n\n"Hey, we don't know that, c'mon," he murmurs, obviously trying to be soothing as he rubs at your arm. He opens his mouth as if about to say something else, then just closes it and gives your arm a squeeze. "... What time did you put on the costume, maybe-" he finally tries.\n\n"Don't give me that bullshit, I'm stuck, I know it!" you snap back, yanking the ponytail tie out of your hair and tossing it against the wall in a fit of pique. You don't resist as he tugs you in to hold you against his chest, hating yourself a little for just crying against his shoulder instead. Eventually you sit up, wiping at your face and hauling the sheet up over your bare breasts. "Shit. Sorry."\n\n"Don't worry about it," Cody replies evenly, holding up a hand. "You don't have anything to be sorry about."\n\nYou take a few deep breaths, wiping your palm across your face again. "... Okay. Okay, we have to start dealing with this. We have to figure out how to handle me suddenly looking and sounding like an entirely different person. Shit, even my fingerprints and corneas have gotta be different..."\n\n"Buddy, do you really think now's the time to-"\n\n"It can't wait!" you huff, then hold up a hand. "... Look, sorry, but we can't wait on this. The longer we wait the more likely someone will notice that 'Buddy' is missing, and if that happens we're screwed, I'll lose everything. The house, the trust fund, the accounts, all of it."\n\n"Alright, so we get started today," Cody answers, nodding, obviously thinking more about keeping you calm. "We start working on building a new identity for you, we both know people who can do that and keep it quiet, we break the transfer up into little pieces. It'll take a few months, but we can concoct a story, say... you went on a world tour looking at different investment opportunities, keep it vague. You'd need to come stay with me until we got it all sorted, so no one noticed a... well, a strange woman was living in Buddy's house, but-"\n\n"Or," you interrupt, staring down as you nibble nervously at your thumbnail. "Or we do it all at once. We do an event that already involves shifting around a lot of identity papers and property, we hide the new identity and property transfers in that, we can have it done by the end of November." You lift your head. "A marriage."\n\n"Er," Cody says, leaning back a little. "Now, Buddy, hold on..."\n\n"No, see, it's perfect!" you blurt, turning towards him. "We can get a bunch of stuff into the system quickly, and any discrepencies will be written off as just the havok that occurs during a wedding! It works especially well if we say the new me is actually foreign, I can speak Japanese! For the rest of it, we... we say I decided to go off and live with nature! Reevaluate my life! I gave everything to you as a wedding gift, that way I can keep it and it's really both of ours!"\n\n"Whoa whoa whoa whoa!" Cody yelps, reaching out to rest his hands on your shoulders. "Hey, slow down a little here! You're literally planning our wedding! ... The legal side of it, anyway," he adds with a slight grimace. "That is... an awfully big thing to ponder just to shave a few months off of this transition, don't you think?"\n\n"Cody," you whine, looking at him pleadingly.\n\nHe sighs, lowering his head a little. "Look, I'm not... saying no, just take a minute to think about this, alright? Try to get a clear head and really consider what's best for you not just by the end of November, but the rest of your life facing this."\n\n<hr>\n[[Slow transition.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[Do the wedding.|BuddyOct]]

"That 'Mister Mindbender' one sounds interesting," you say thoughtfully. "That's a supervillain type costume, you said?"\n\n"Indeed! I'm actually quite proud of that one, it's one of my favorites. You may want to accessorize the bodysuit with some pants of your own choosing, though... the bodysuit is designed to be quite form-fitting, and it's up to the wearer whether they want to go 'classic' hero and wear some sort of briefs over it, or something a bit more utilitarian."\n\n"Sounds good, I'll take it."\n\n"I think you're going to really enjoy this one, sir," the albino shopkeeper says with a grin as he boxes the suit up for you.\n\nOnce you get home, you're distracted by a sudden flurry of phone calls and text messages as people attempt to coordinate how they'll be arriving at and participating in the party. You get everyone connected with everyone else that make sense, and acknowledge Gene and Kim (your hosts) when they ask you to come over early and help finish up some of the prep. With all that going on, you don't really get to sit down and take a look at the costume until you're getting read to put it on early in the afternoon the next day. Holding it up, it looks a lot like a plain white speed suit, albeit with the glossy finish of rubber despite its thinness. Frowning and wondering if you've been ripped off, you nevertheless strip down and start pulling it on... not like you have many other options at this point.\n\nYou're surprised at how easy the suit goes on... it's almost like it really is made of spandex, though the slight squeaking and squinching of the material makes it clear that it isn't. You notice that as you get it on and it fits up against the contours of your body, little swirls and eddies of color start moving across the shiny white surface. Huh! Well, that's much better than you thought it was. Once you get it up over your shoulders, you notice that the whole-head hood is actually featureless... no holes for the nose or eyes. Dubiously, you pull it up and over your head, being ready to yank it off immediately if you can't breathe. Instead you find that you can see and breathe perfectly... in fact, other than a slight pressure all around your face and head, it's like you're not even wearing it!\n\nZipping yourself up in back, you walk to the mirror to examine yourself. Your first thought is that the effect of all those colors sliding randomly and making little designs and swirls on the shiny white surface really is impressive, you can't even begin to imagine how it was made to do that. Your second is that the shopkeeper wasn't kidding about it being form-fitting... while it's rendered your body definition into general lines like, well, like a drawn figure's, it's even fitted itself up against your cock and balls. Their shape is sort of generalized too... a long, smooth white shaft with the bell shape of the head at the end, and an almost spherical sack below. (And yes, color is swirling over those too.)\n\nAfter a few moments' thought, you decide not to go quite "classic", and instead dig out a pair of black military-style utility pants and a pair of boots. The flat black in contrast against the shiny white and almost glowing colors kind of works. Pulling your coat on, you head over to Gene and Kim's. It's a decently-sized house, with a more-than-decently-sized yard... slightly better for spring and summer parties, but it's not quite cold enough to stop people from taking advantage of all the space (or the hot tub).\n\n"Hey, whoa, is that you, Bud?" Gene asks as he opens the door. He's a big guy, well-muscled, long dark hair and a goatee. Apparently he's gone "low key" with his own costume, since from the waist down he's dressed almost identically to you, while up top he's wearing a Punisher logo t-shirt.\n\n"How can you see in that thing?" his wife Kim asks, eyes wide. A pretty, green-eyed redhead with a runner's body, she's taken advantage of her build (and her first name) for her costume, wearing a black belly-tee and a pair of low-slung dark green khaki pants, an old blackberry painted bright blue clipped visibly to her belt.\n\n"Surprisingly well," you answer cheerfully. You step inside and turn to the coatrack, unbuttoning yours and shrugging out of it before hanging it up. "Seriously, it's like I'm not wearing anything up there, and the whole thing's pretty comfy. I don't know how-"\n\nYou turn around to find both of them staring at you blankly, their eyes having gone slightly glassy, their expressions neutral. Blinking, you wave a hand. "Uh, guys? Hey, guys? Say something."\n\n"Something," they both say in perfect unison, their voices monotone.\n\nYou stare at them for a moment, then look down at yourself. Your bare chest is showing those constantly moving and changing patterns of color. Could it be that the 'Mister Mindbender' costume can <i>actually</i> hypnotize people...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Test this out.|BuddyOctPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Try to snap them out of it.|BuddyOctPlaceholder]]

<b>February 4, 2019</b>\n* The teen options have been renamed to their character names, to bring them into line with the rest of the player characters.\n* Dan can now go sell one of Mr. Black's "[[special creations|YPBB1x2]]". He can also help out with the invention of new stuff.\n<b>February 5, 2019</b>\n* Fairified Eric can plead with her "[[rescuer|MiniEric6x2]]" not to do what he's doing.\n<b>February 6, 2019</b>\n* Cypher can now [[use the genetic sequencer|BadCypher10x6]] after escaping with Striped Trouble. Much earlier on, he can also have Delvan [[unlock the ship|BadCypher3x2]].\n<b>February 8, 2019</b>\n* The default character in the [[Ranma sim|RanXStart]] is now available.\n<b>February 10, 2019</b>\n* Bad Cypher can now elect to spring the [[nameless inmate|BadCypher5x5]] from the slam.\n<b>February 11, 2019</b>\n* Eric can go to the part of the Palladium bridge party that [[Kelly invited him to|Palladium1x1]]\n<b>February 12, 2019</b>\n* Cyan can now [[avoid blaming anyone|GGSR3x3]] when she pleads not guilty at the Space Rangers military tribunal.\n<b>February 15, 2019</b>\n* Monk-in-training Cyan can now [[ditch Jakson|GGMonk1x1]] to approach the adventuring party.\n<b>February 16, 2019</b>\n* Valerie the Witch Princess can now [[refuse to see Thule's sons|ValLib2x1]].\n<b>February 18, 2019</b>\n* Cyan can now take the [[rehab assistant|GGSR5x2]] job on Orison.\n<b>February 19, 2019</b>\n* Cyan can now choose [[Dominating Presence|GGSTief1x1]] from Riara's options for her cheat power.\n<b>February 20, 2019</b>\n* Some more of Cyan and Makan.\n* Sam can now poke around in her aunt's [[closet|Camping11x1]].\n* Amanda can now decide to try for [[plane tickets|SKCheerStart]] to the cheerleader training camp.\n<b>February 21, 2019</b>\n* Austin can now tell Bunny [[he'll work with her|Austin5x3]] to help Wonderland recover.\n<b>February 23, 2019</b>\n* Gyaru-fied Austin can now tell Shirou he wants to be [[a complete bitch for cocks|Austin4x7]].\n<b>February 28, 2019</b>\n* Sorry for the light updates this week due to travel.\n* Eric-Ranma can now aim for [[the street nearby|FRanX1x1]] after getting Akane-launched.\n<b>March 1, 2019</b>\n* More of the Ranma stuff from yesterday.\n<b>March 2, 2019</b>\n* Bit more Ranma.